She is going through a phase where she has to be in the front, when we are coming down the stairs, going up the stairs, walking towards the car, or anywhere. I hope its a phase that will pass.
So, as I was coming downstairs, she told me to stop and wait for her to catch up.
I stopped and waited.
She went ahead of me. I followed.
She reached the last step first, because well, she was in front of me.
'I win! You lose, Mama. But its okay to lose,' she declared.
I smiled, jumping on the opportunity to teach a thing or two about life,'Yes the important thing is that we try, and never give up. Its okay to lose sometimes.'
'Yes, but you lose. And its okay to lose.'
'And it makes me happy when you win,' I smiled radiating with motherly love.
'And it makes me happy when you lose,' she laughed deviously.
And as the little devil ran to me for a hug, I hugged her right back. So what if I had just been punk'd by a 4 year-old.
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