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One thing I’d like to mention is the Crying In The Club Dont Let Me Drink Milk It Makes My Tummy Hurt Shirt my friends and I refer to as “kiddie” D&D. You get an almost perfect example of it in Stranger Things. Kids (which for this situation basically means middle school or early teens) have very little clue what the heck the actual rules are. They make ridiculous stuff up, write hideously unbalanced house rules, hand out crazy magic items like tossing candy off a parade float and generally break the game ninety different ways each time they play. And they have a blast doing it. Which brings me to the very first, most fundamental rule of D&D, “If everyone’s having fun, you’re doing it right.

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The family has moved into their own home now, an older home (still nice, but no high ceilings and not many elf hiding places!), and the children have both multiplied AND grown older, taller, and Crying In The Club Dont Let Me Drink Milk It Makes My Tummy Hurt Shirt. The Elf game is now the bane of the mom’s existence. Hiding it is a task. Several times this year, the Elf hasn’t had to go back to Santa because the kids were SO good the day before, thus explaining why he remained in the exact same hiding spot as the previous day. One evening, the mom is flustered. She finally hands the Elf to the dad and says,  you hide the #%)(#^# elf today, but hide it high, because Big M is testing the waters and going to touch the #%(^#^ thing.” Dad’s answer is less than ideal – not only is the perch precarious, but it’s easily within reach of at least the oldest child, if not the second oldest as well. And it’s possible the elf is also judging the thermostat temp, which is an ongoing passive aggressive battle between mom (who sits at home and freezes all day) and dad (who pays the bills, but also works in his nice warm office all day).