GM LP

LP's school has this program wherein first graders are exposed to different extra-curricular activities, after which, by second grade and onwards, they get to choose which activity they want, which is usually where they excel the most.

Driving home from her taekwondo session one Saturday afternoon, LP recounted a particular activity wherein she was pitted against a classmate and won: chess.

Really? You won in chess? I asked quite doubtingly.

Yes! She answered proudly.

I remembered buying her a chessboard last year, and I had tried to teach her the rudiments from what little I remembered from PE in college. (The only choice left among the PE courses, turns out pretty much the entire class had never played the game.) At that time she figured she could move the pieces any which way she wanted to, so there ended my aspirations for GM LP.

So as soon as we got home, I got the chessboard out.

Halfway into the game she instructed me to move my rook next to the king, to "protect" it. And that my bishop will be "eaten" by her pawn if I didn't put it elsewhere, among others. She also told me to be quiet, chess being "a quiet game."

The runt beat me two out of four.