My 6-year-old son, Grant, beat me at checkers tonight. Did I say beat? I mean he PUMMELED me! How bad was it? The game was over and I still had five pieces on the board. I thought I was being cunning, but he had me pinned to the point where I could not even make a MOVE with my remaining pieces! It was a bittersweet moment. Oh, who am I kidding; it was HUMILIATING!!! He's 6 and I have a Ph-freaking-D!!!
Okay, so I was a little proud. He is such a competitive little stink. I'm really having to teach him to be a good winner AND a gracious loser. But he just lights up when he is playing, whether it is basketball at Parks and Rec, soccer in the backyard or checkers with his old man. It is that love of competition I pray he carries with him the rest of his life.
Now, excuse me while I Google "checkers strategies" ...
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