After my parents purchased a Nintendo Wii, it didn't take long for Wes and I...and Cade... to decide that we wanted one. My thinking was that it would be an excellent way for us to work out and not even feel like we were. Of course, I prefer this type of video game over Cade's usual computer game addiction (thank you, again, Dad...), because he is definitely active when playing Wii Sport. What I didn't plan on was my 6-year-old's already competitive nature increasing exponentially.
Cade wanted me to play a game of Wii tennis with him. I thought, "Okay, this should be fun!" It was then that my little trash-talker started talking. "Hit it hard, Mom. You're gonna lose!" I kind of giggled and served the ball. Cade answered in a flash with a hard hit that left me stunned, and my guy at 0. "Ha Ha, Mom! I told you you're gonna lose!" My original game plan of letting him beat me to boost his self-esteem was quickly forgotten. He needed his head deflated! We continued our game, needless to say both of us playing our best, and finished the game with a score of 3-0---Cade the victorious one. The icing on my cake of defeat was when my son starting singing "I am the champion...of the WORLD!" to the tune of Queen's "We Are the Champions." I guess I should start working on my serve.
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