My daughter was ten and my son was five. Both my kids were sharp, but my son, in matters of number, was...scary. I noticed they had been playing cards for a while and he seemed upset. What it was, was, she was teaching him blackjack, and was winning away all his pennies in the process.

I said, innocently, "let's have some music." Turned on the stereo, put on an Ian and Sylvia album, moved the needle to Summer Wages. That ended my daughter's winning pennies, and she was quite provoked at me.

(Later, my son used to go down to the Indian casino in Connecticut with his MIT fraternity brothers, and play blackjack to get spending money, but was careful never to win enough at one time to get in trouble.)

Peter.