Cornholio

Recently Elias had a sleepover with his sisters at his Nana's house. Sleepovers with Nana mean late nights of stories of Nana's design, something I have never been able to do. The characters of the stories are near and dear to Tristan's heart as they are the very same from when he was Elias' age. I don't dare speak their names and involve myself in a messy copyright infringement battle. While Elias was listening to homemade stories, I was with Tristan in southeast Indiana learning about Cornhole. How I have managed to be in Indiana for 11 years and not learn about Cornhole is beyond me.

Jamboree is this weekend. Now that I am aware of this game called Cornhole I am trying to make up for lost time and so I bought our family a board and I am currently busy customizing it for this weekend's celebration. Elias was immediately intrigued. First he asked me if I was really crowned Queen Cornholio. I nodded solemnly as all queens do. How he wondered did someone get this crown. After explaining that all four bags need to go in the hole in one round to earn your crown, Elias set off to earn his crown. Cornhole is, as they say, in Elias' genes.

After practicing for a while I decided that Elias was worthy of being on my team. The competition does not stand a chance. I've found my prince.