Joy Joy Joy for this little boy....

I've got a competitive son.... It's becoming more and more obvious and more and more severe every day. Last night, Dad won the heated game of "indoor baseball" played using pillow cushions as bases, a soft ball and your own arm for a bat. Tyler lost by 2 points and was completely devastated. It wasn't just devastation over losing.. He figured that if he lost, that meant he didn't play good and he was devastated that he didn't play good.

I thought it was a simple fun game of baseball between father and son. Apparently, it was much more than that!

Tonight, after dinner, another game got underway. In the bottom of the 6th inning (we only play to 6), Tyler was down by two points. There were two outs. The game was on the line! Tyler has a ghost runner on 2nd base and 3rd base... Hits a home run! Tyler wins the game!! He goes crazy... And he settles down enough to give me this cheese... Oh the thrill of winning!