I’m just about to lift my hand off the rook when a small and slightly smug voice says, “Are you sure you want to move your rook there?” My hand stills on the wooden piece, one I carved last year in between building benches and tables. I was sure about my next move. But one glance at Jo, who is unable to hide her smile, has me second-guessing. You’d think mind games in chess wouldn’t be something I’d need to worry about with a five-year-old. But Jo is anything but a typical five-year-old. I’m not sure if it’s because she started reading at three or because she spent more time around adults than
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