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Never bet with your kids…

I have just learnt the hard way that I should never bet with my kids. It can only lead to pain … for me, that is!!

I desperately wanted to distract my nine year old away from anything electronics so I asked him to play a memory game with me. You know what I am talking about? You have 36 pairs of cards, you put them face down in a random order and you turn two at a time, trying to pair them. I used to play that game on my phone many, many years ago and I was simply unbeatable. Not to brag or anything, but I had the memory of an elephant, which is why I am so good at holding grudges. My nine year old on the other hand, has no patience for such games. especially when the one we have is a memory game about… Disney princesses.

“If you win, you can do anything you want!” I said to him, in attempt to convince him.

“Anything? You mean, absolutely anything?”

“Well, within reason obviously…” I was starting to hedge my bet as he had a weird – almost scarily confident look on his face…

“Oh, well, no. Not interested.”

“OK, if you win, you can do whatever you want for the rest of the day. No restriction.”

“OK then, let’s play!”

I was smiling inside. The poor kid did not stand a chance to win. He was playing again a total pro…

So, with so much confidence, it is a little annoying to have to admit that I lost. Not only that, but Kyle totally thrashed me…

Because for starters, all these princesses look the same. I can’t tell Belle apart from Ariel, or Rapunzel from Cinderella. I don’t know how Kyle could. Secondly, after three pregnancies, ten years of sleep deprivation coupled with banging my head against the walls, I think my memory is not what it used to be. Clearly!!! I can never remember what I did last week end, so how did I think I could memorize where 72 princesses who all look the same sit?

How could Kyle do it better than me? Surely, it must have been down to luck…

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But I was not going to remain defeated so I asked my four year old to play with me. It’s horrible isn’t it? Resorting to beat your four year old at a game just so you can feel better about yourself. Argh! I know!!! Not my proudest moment! But here is the thing …. SHE BEAT ME!! Not only that, she beat me HANDS DOWN! AND, she was even trying to help me win, the little bugger. Oh Man! I need to get more exercise for my brain – I’ll add that to my already far too long list of New Year’s resolutions. OR, maybe I could play the memory game with the dog. I think I can beat him if I practice a little…

 

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