Kid Dictates Diabolically Complex Rules Of Marco Polo

“You switch back and forth like cards while I do eenie meenie and then we all close our eyes while the Marco uses information like footsteps or bouncing”

Playing Marco Polo inside the relatively confining passages of a New York City apartment is murder on the toes and not nearly as refreshing as when you play it in a cold swimming pool in the middle of a summer scorcher. I was heretofore unfamiliar with the whole pregame involving Eenie Meenie Miney Moe and all the players switching around like a game of human three-card Monte, but we take our joys where we can get them.

I will also note that Kina’s approach to Marco Polo is basically “Marco”, because she believes you shouldn’t have to yell “Polo”, and that the Marco just needs to use their superhuman sense of hearing to detect subtle movements from several feet away. Great idea for those whose ears have not been battered for years by city noise and poor choices regarding loud music.

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