Parenting a very competitive child is difficult enough, but I swear mine is quickly trying to become an evil genius at it. Tomorrow our community is hosting the Pepsi Pass, Punt, & Kick Football challenge.
Well my evil genius Rebecca, says "Mom, how many girls do you think go out for that"?
Me: Well if I remember right from last year honey, your friend Morgan was the only girl who showed up, and she just went because her brother was going. She pretty much won everything.
Becca:So, if I went , I could pretty much take it with little effort?
Me: Honey, don't you want some friends to go with you though, so your not the only girl? Maybe (Insert atheltic friends here) can go with us?
Becca: No way they would totally win, Let's take ( Not Athletic friends) instead so I can have a good time, and still win.
Of course later on in the conversation I realize my 10 ( yes let me stress 10!) yr old then says, "do you think (insert cute semi-boyfriend's name) will be there too? I really hope so, cuz, then the day will be perfect."
So not only is she trying to guarentee her competition, she is trying to set up boytime. I am not sure whether to laugh because I was the exact same way at her age, or be completely horrified as her mother.
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