Winners And Losers

When I played games with my son Luke, aged seven, I used to let him win. But then I decided he should learn that in life things don’t always go your way. So I won the next game. This clearly bothered him.

In the supermarket later that day he said in a loud voice, while in a long queue to the cashier, “Don’t beat me again, Mummy. I don’t like it.” I got some very suspicious looks!