Anna and the King Queen Suited

Nothing like team play to really win some money.

“Who’s winning?”

If the question hadn’t come from a six year old with moon pie eyes and no concept that the mountain of chips in front of me at the moment meant more in the context of the game than the piddling little stacks of the others hunched over the coffee table playing Hold Em, I might have been prone to give the question the ol’ roll-my-eyes-and-audibly-sigh treatment.

“He is honey,” Anna’s father, Joe, replied. “Look at how many more chips he has than all of us.”