It was with a sinking feeling that I realized the smile on Frederic’s face meant that the household Hopper champion was the three-year-old. I was incredulous. “You can’t mean Tommy!” My fears were confirmed when Frederic led his little boy over to the computer and sat him down next to us as the game loaded. Since I was the guest they let me go first and I rose to the occasion with a personal best of nineteen thousand points. My success was short-lived, however, as Tommy took his turn. His little fingers were a blur and it wasn’t long before the score read twenty thousand, then thirty thousand.
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