Here are some light pages from my diary: a record of all the Wordle games our family played together in February.
How we play: the boys (Owen is 9, Jules is 6) get to choose the first word — the weirder or naughtier the better! — and then we all make suggestions until we have it solved.
If you’re playing competitively, against others or your own record, the challenge is to guess the right word in as few steps as possible.
But when we play together, there seems to be a correlation between how many guesses and how much fun we have. The more time it takes the better.
Why would I go to the trouble of recording these in my diary?
I used to feel like a good diary was one in which you wrote down Important Things That Happened To You, but the more I write mine, the more I think it’s the tiny, almost insignificant details, accurately rendered, that bring you back to where you were.
The same way you think the Big Important Rituals are what’s going to matter to your family, when it’s really the small, silly ones you’ll probably remember most fondly…