Repost from July.

I am an extremely competitive person.  Often to a fault. I have tried to work on it, but I always come back to this. “What in GOD'S NAME is wrong with wanting to win?” Who in their right mind doesn't care if they lose?

As you can see, I am not really working on it, just pretending to work on it so that my husband will stop giving me “the look” every time we play a game with our friends.  Actually, now that I think about it, no one comes over to play games anymore. I doubt there is a correlation.  I am sure they are just busy with their kids and other stuff, you know. Though there was that time a few months back when I asked some friends over for girl’s night and one of the gals responded, “As long as we aren’t playing games.” I’m sure she had been playing all week and was just sick of it. Then again, hmmmm.  I vaguely remember her adding something like, “because you are mean and it isn’t fun.”

Enough about me.  Last night we had some friends over for dinner.  Their daughter is a year older than ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. and about an inch shorter.  At 3-1/2 Colton stands an inch taller than most five year olds, weighs 42 pounds and because he has gotten constant attention for his size since his nine pound entry into this world, he is very proud of it.  Seriously, daily someone says to me, in front of him, “He is HUGE.”

When our guests arrived, my husband did what he does for everyone, he measured them on our “Height Wall”.  I am not kidding when I say he does it for everyone.  Ask any human being that has ever stepped in my front door.  Their height is on the wall, with a date and their name.

So there was Colt’s sweet little friend being measured, yet again, by the whacky measuring guy and all was going well until Colton realized quickly that her measurement fell under his. 

Colton in his best nannynannybooboo voice said, “I am taller than you.”

My girlfriend quickly responded, “Yes, but you have your shoes on.”  (Who’s competitive now?)

We sent the kids outside to play, both of them looking at each other with evil "this isn't over yet pal" looks.  After a bit, I looked out the front window to see Colt and his friend standing nose to nose and in true girl form I see her head switching back and forth, shoulders swinging in motion with her head and at any moment I expect her to three snap her fingers in a Z formation.  She then storms around Colton and heads for house.

She walks directly over to me and with her cute little bob aswingin' and her hands placed firmly on her hips says, “Ummm, if someone takes off their shoes, are they shorter?”

“They sure are,” I reply.

Out the door she went to relay the news to Colton.  She then came back in, grabbed a piece of watermelon and stood next to us munching away. Colton quickly followed.  He walked through the door with bare feet, stood next to her, raised his foot up in proof that he had NO shoes on and said proudly, “Still taller.” Then walked off.

I am guessing that would be a direct result of my own competitiveness and I’m sure a good mom would have told him that wasn’t nice and redirected his behavior, but I was too busy high-fiving him.