On our drive to the Outer Banks, we had heavy rains.
I taught the kids the old game I used to play on car trips when it would rain, Raindrop Race.
Choose two raindrops that are at the same position on the far side of the window, choose a winner, and watch them jiggle and scoot across the window.
If the raindrop you chose makes it to the other side first, you won; you were awesome. Like, secretly awesome, because nobody else played, or maybe nobody else cared. I would play over and over again.
My boys played one round.
Being awesome, or not awesome, wasn’t motivating enough for them to continue playing one of my childhood games.
Such is life.