When my father was a lad, he played games with his mother, like Scrabble. (John-Thomas says, "They had Scrabble back then?") She won. She won a lot. She taught my little father to say, "I'm glad you won. I'm sorry I lost. Maybe I'll do better next time."
Eventually, he "got gud" and he won. He won a lot. He taught his mother to say, "I'm glad you won. I'm sorry I lost. Maybe I'll do better next time." And then she made him clean up the game because he won.
In our modern day, Hyrum wins a lot of games. And I try to allow him the privilege of putting the game away. I explained to the children today why I do that and retaught them the mantra: "I'm glad you won. I'm sorry I lost. Maybe I'll do better next time."
JT - who is a good sport about coming in last many times - says, "I'm glad I won. I'm sorry you scored any points at all. Maybe you'll get negative next time." And he smiles and giggles.
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