At first it was just a simple mistake. We're playing nazi, nazi, nazi, she sang.
We gently corrected her: it's Yahtzee, darling.
Her big brother was less kind: It's NOT NAZI. They're the BAD GUYS, he shouted.
And once she knew just how much it irritated her big brother, she just kept on doing it. Because she's 6.
And he kept shouting at her to stop. Which made her say it more.
And I kept wondering when or if he'd ever realize just how futile his efforts were.
And we kept playing.