Awhile back, I wrote about a dice game called Dungeon Roll. It’s a simple, fun game, but I’ve felt like the thin cardboard treasure chest that holds everything would eventually fall apart.
So, this past weekend, my son and I were getting ready to head out of town to a father/son safari camp. My wife mentioned that she and my daughter would be going to a craft store over the weekend while we were gone. I asked her to see if they had any small wooden treasure chests that I could use as a custom box for Dungeon Roll.
By the time we got back from camp, I had forgotten about our conversation about the wooden treasure chest. My daughter says to me, “Dad, I’d really like to play Dungeon Roll today.” Still didn’t remember the conversation. So after getting some things unpacked and getting settled back in, I went to get Dungeon Roll. I looked in the spot where we keep it, and I couldn’t find it. There was some little wooden chest in the way, so I moved it out of the way and kept looking. Still didn’t remember the conversation about the wooden treasure chest at the craft store. I moved some more stuff around and still couldn’t find the game.
Finally, I looked at the little wooden chest and saw this: