I had a friend over for my birthday last week. She usually comes over on Thursday afternoons, and last Thursday just happened to be my birthday, so we didn’t change anything. I love this friend dearly, but she can be quite intimidating, so I kowtow to her whenever she visits, just to keep the peace. Once, when she came over to color with me, she told me my crayons weren’t very good. I have to admit she was right. I only had eight of them, and they were the washable kind, so the colors weren’t very vibrant. So I bought a box of 48 Crayola crayons for her next visit. As we were coloring, I watched for any sign that these new crayons were acceptable. Finally, when no such sign was forthcoming, I said, “Did you notice I bought new crayons?” She nodded, but didn’t say a word. “I bought the box of 48 this time,” I continued. Without looking up from her coloring, she replied, “My grandma bought the box of 64.”
Thursday she brought over the card game “Go Fish,” and when she started to lose, she informed me that the first round was only a practice round so that I could get used to the rules. I took that to mean her rules. I learned quickly, and in the next round, I held my matching cards until she had set all her matching “books” down and was out of cards, thereby winning the game. I started to congratulate her, but she beat me to it.
Now don’t give me that nonsense that adults should not let children win because children need to learn that losing is part of life. Children get plenty of opportunities to experience losing. Besides, let their parents teach them that. Grandparents and sudo-grandparents should have the pleasure of seeing little faces light up with joy when they win. Besides, if you have a friend like my little four-year-old one, you’d be a fool to play to win.