Yesterday, I accepted a challenge from Kenyan to have a game of hockey on the Xbox with him. He’s only 4 years old so the challenge seemed a bit one-sided but he asked for it. I wasn’t about to engage his 6-year old brother as he was the reigning champ. He even beats the two teenagers on a regular basis, which is no easy feat. I won’t stand a chance.
I should have known it wasn’t going to be a cake walk when Kenyan and I were choosing teams. Mikhail alerted me that I was going to lose because I didn’t select the special attributes that would make my team a power house. Choosing ‘Crashing the net’ didn’t seem like it would make any difference. Plus, he is only 4 years old. Daddy had this.
The game was hardly 5 minutes old when my thumbs started getting sore. How do these kids play this thing for hours?? “Goaal!!” The kid had scored! And again! And again! It was 3-0 before I knew what hit me. Granted, I scored in the final minute of play to make it a respectable 3-1 game.
Kenyan was a very good sportsman and congratulated me on my lone goal. I took some solace in that but still dropped the controls in his brother’s lap as I leaved the room in disgust and defeat. I had just been humbled by a mere 3-year old! It was a good thing that he didn’t use his famous line, “Oooh! That must have hurt!” on me. It didn’t hurt much but it did bruise my ego just a bit.
Maybe it’s time to get some coaching from the 6-year old so I could beat the 4-year old. Sounds wrong, doesn’t it? Oh well, they can beat me at Xbox hockey but I’m sure they wouldn’t stand a chance at arm wrestling..