My younger sister, who is six years old, is currently sitting on a hotel bed eating chips and watching Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (one of my favourite movies, by the way).
A few minutes earlier she was playing Go Fish with me. Or at least, we were playing what she calls Go Fish.
"We start with five cards each," she says. "Oh, and one Old Maid. The Old Maid goes into the pond."
I deal out five cards to each of us. We each eliminate the pairs in our dealt hands. "Do I draw new cards?" I ask, and she tells me, "No. Now I pick a card from your hand!"
She picks a card. I pick one from her hand. She takes one of mine, and I take another of hers. We make a few pairs, until we're left with one card each. "Oh." she says, puzzled. "None of us have the Old Maid. When you get the Old Maid you take new cards. I guess we pick up new cards anyway."
Whatever you say hon.
I never did learn how one wins in her version of Go Fish, and I suspect that she didn't even know.
I always wonder what the world looks like to a child. My guess is batshit fucking crazy.