We took the kids bowling yesterday and afterwards asked Ryan how she like it.
"I didn't really."
"Oh, well, you know. The ball goes too slow."
How right she was. Twice we had to get someone to retrieve her bowling ball as it got stuck in the middle of the lane. But to say it was her fault for not pushing hard enough? Pshaw. How dare you even think it!
She's beginning to show this prissy disregard for her contribution in sports a lot lately.
She was putting up a fight about going to biddy ball last weekend, and when we asked her why she didn't want to play, she primly declared, "Because the other team always wins."
As if their winning or her team's losing had nothing to do with her in the slightest, other than she does not get to reap the benefits of being on the winning team. You'd never be able to tell it, though. Every time the other team scored and the parents cheered, there she was, smiling demurely, bowing, and waving to the crowd.
Even when she loses, she wins.
The Boarding House by The Pioneer Woman
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