Sweet Victory

My son is eleven.

He has been kicking my butt in games for about, oh, ten years now.

He’s THAT good.

You name the game and he’s schooled me on it.

HOWEVER!!!

I have finally found the game that I can win.

Yes. I am bragging because I can finally defeat my child in something.

Don’t judge me for dancing around in victory and having a little song that I sing called “I beat you, I  beat you, you suuuuuuck!”….I learned it from him.

You’ve never played Guitar Hero and had him pat your shoulder and say “Aww, Mom, you’re doing much better…keep practicing” or sat down to Halo and heard him give you advice on “not picking up the ammo because you’re WASTING IT BY NOT HITTING THE TARGETS”.

{Don’t forget, I birthed you, boy, I can shoot wildly into the air at nothing and you will LIKE it!}

So, I win. FINALLY.

I own him in Monopoly.

I could probably kick his scrawny behind in Trivial Pursuit as well….or at least the 80’s edition. As long as there’s no math involved.

So, what of it?

Why think badly of me for giggling a little when he lands on my property and I have to watch him mortgage himself to the hilt? What IF I do get joy from watching my kid fork over his last dollars and walk away from the table totally destitute and defeated?

Anissa!  He’s your child, you should let him win once in a while.

Halo, Star Wars, Age of Empires, Wii Eveything, Guitar Hero, Connect 4, Uno, Chess (which, is an exaggeration, I don’t even know how to play), Chinese Checkers, REGULAR Checkers, Sorry, Life…these are just a few examples of the many games in which my boy child has shamed me.

Repeatedly.

I will take my happiness where I can.

Which is somewhere between Boardwalk and Indiana Ave.