Ordinarily, I wouldn't mention losing at a game, mostly because I'm fiercely competitive and HATE to lose. And I'm not very gracious when I win either.
But Wednesday, I lost at Scrabble to two almost second-graders.
Ella had spotted our old Scrabble game in the top of my closet and had been begging me to get it down and teach her to play. Wednesday morning I got out the game and taught her and her friend M, who was here for a playdate, how to play.
In defense of my loss, I tried to only play words that they'd know. I decided not to spell squamous or hypotenuse. And since their spelling skills aren't quite up with their reading levels, I had to help the girls with their words. I helped M use her q and Ella use her j.
But it turns out I did too good a job at helping them, because they both beat me. Ella, who is taking after me in her competitiveness, decided it wasn't so bad to have M win the game because I lost. She gloated to B later that day about how she had beaten me.
I think it's time for a rematch, and this time, I'm not going to show any mercy!