Digging out the old flag themed “Match Game” of my youth, a few things quickly became apparent.  I no longer have any short term memory.  Some of the flags and countries (USSR?) from the late ’70s / early ’80s are now woefully out of date.  My kids were going to clobber me.  I no longer have any short term memory.

Seeing that I was losing by many a flag pairing, I decided to start making fun of the cover of the box.

“Oh Jonny, we’re so proud of you turning over a tile.”  “Way to go, son.”  “Look at our boy, turning over the good ol’ US of A.”

This entertained me for a while and my children, who were feeling sorry for me, tolerated my behavior.  After a few more matches, my 12-year-old son Jacob had a commanding lead and also glanced at the box.  That’s when he saw something so scandalous, I’m a little worried to point it out.  The boy on the cover, the one whose parents are fawning with attention, is turning over the tile with his (shock!  gasp!) middle finger.  Egad!  That little punk was showing a bit of silent rebellion during family game night.  With kids like that around, it’s a wonder any of us made it out of the ’70s.