I woke up a few mornings ago to a gloating Instant Message from my mother:

Then my dad even sent me a photo of the historic moment — Mom doing a clean sweep of everyone, placing all her Blokus parts.
Except…
I zoomed in the photo a bit and started noticing what suspiciously looks like small yellow tiles “lost” around the room.
Shame, Shame mother. Fortunately, Matt the Good Son, not me was there, and he had the tact not to point out your treachery.

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TREACHERY
I printed the photo for more analysis. Construction of the horizon point with assocaited sub terminal rays reveals the proported blockus piece under the lamp is in fact pizza sized and cannot be Mom’s chicanery in action.
However the yellow piece near her elbow just breaks my heart….
Her victory was all due to the performance-enhancing drugs.