Ok. J and I were playing R-U-M-M-Y last night and I beat him... He literally threw a little kid fit. Stomped off to the living room. Huffed on the couch. Threw his hat. Ignored me for an hour or so then said he needed to go for a run and he'd feel better...cause he "hates losing". Boys are dumb. At first I just laughed at him. But then it ticked me off too. I had to ignore him right back for a while. I refuse to get into our first arguement about an old person card playing game like rummy. Seriously. Rummy. I'm at a loss for words...
Journal of a Boy Mom