Last night as we enjoyed dinner, the 4 of us discussed sports. (There were only 4Is because a friend of Abby’s invited her for a sleepover – it’s not the 1st time either… I find this slightly disturbing… these people are repeatedly volunteering to take Abby into their fold – I’m starting to question the parents’ decision making skills…..).
It’s no secret my kids got their unhealthy sense of competition from me (I guess it could be Dan… he’s pretty ridiculous about it, too – nah I’m exponentially worse… see? I’m even competitive about who’s more competitive). Either way, they want to win and I don’t think I’ve ever seen them give less than their all in any game-time situation.
Last night Cal says, “….yeah he came back into the dugout after striking out and he was LAUGHING!!! Me and Josiah wanted to punch him…”
I looked over, wide-eyed with the disappointment-riddled, I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that look on my face.
Cal caught my expression, wiped his exasperated hand down over his acquiescent face and said, “oh… sorry… Josiah and I wanted to punch him.”