We played UNO tonight. You know the game. Brigham lost and was beside himself. No joke--tears, scrunched up face, etc. It was one of those moments when you really want to laugh, but you know you shouldn't risk emotionally damaging your child; therefore, I remained tight-lipped. Anyway, the funny part. Sitting next to Brigham, my mom reaches over, placing her hand on his arm, and says,
"Brigham, it's okay to be a loser."
My eyes got big. I couldn't hold in my tremendous guffaw. Out it came. I repeated what it sounded like to my ears. We all laughed.
Good times with Grandma.