Poor Connor has been having a lot of them lately. This is the price of greater comprehension of the kinds of games that he Jamie are likely to play. Of course, everything is a race between them. For a while this was fine because Connor didn't really understanding what winning meant. Jamie would say "C'mon Connor let's race!" and dash off somewhere. He would of course arrive first and begin shouting "I win! Yea!" Connor would get there eventually and just blithly copy Jamie, since that's what he does. He was usually happy enough doing so not to notice Jamie's voice saying, "No Connor, you lost!"
But now, alas, it's all too clear. A little morning ritual lately has been the race from the backdoor to the car, which, of course Jamie wins. Connor, now understanding perfectly the nature of a race, gets 3/4 of the way and when Jamie announces "I won!" begins sobbing, absolutely sobbing saying "IIIII WAAAAAANTEEDD TO WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" It helps a little if I tell him he beat me, but not much. Jamie meanwhile can be seen strapping himself into his car seat with an expression of great self-satisfaction on his face.
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