Whiny Sore Loser

You can all laugh at what boring losers my hubby and I are…. tonight I decided we should play Checkers.  Only we don’t have Checkers.  So I drove to Meijer and bought a 10 in 1 "Family Board Game Classics" thingy (has Mancala, Chess, Checkers, Chinese Checkers.. games like that) in it and 2 jigsaw puzzles.   Yes, this was our big plan for our Friday evening. 

So I get home and we set up Checkers.  Now, normally Ryan kicks my big booty in games, but ohh not tonight. I was royally whoopin his boo-tay and he knew it.  I had him cornered so bad he couldn’t move anywhere.  He was literally taking like 3 minutes to sit and decide which of his few remaining checkers to move, when he knew very well it was doom for whichever he chose.  He actually told me he should be allowed to jump his own guy so he could double jump me. HAHA.  Well, what does the punk do now?  He swipes his hand across the board and says "I surrender.. you win… lets start over"  WHATT??? I didn’t even get to fully whoop his butt!  What a sore loser.

I got him back. I stole the remote and turned it to What Not To Wear and he had to suck it up with the little bedroom tv to finish watching his game.  Poor baby.