A Phase?

For the most part, I think Hadley's a pretty miled mannered kid.  She rarely loses her temper, is friendly to everyone, and is generally a go with the flow kind of gal.

Except when we start playing Phase 10.  Hadley cannot handle losing this game.  She slams her hands on the table.  She growls.  She throws cards everywhere.

Even if she is winning she'll chant things like, "I am winning and Mommy is a loser."  Note that she calls me a loser.  Not "Mommy is losING."  No, I am a losER.

It's tons of fun.

One night, Hadley asked me if I would play Phase 10 with her. 

"I will, but are you going to get mad if you lose?"

Hadley thinks about this for awhile and then responds, "Yes, I will get mad.  But I will bang my hands on the table lightly like this."

She demonstrates. 

For the record, I wouldn't describe what she did as "light."

But we play, and at one point we are tied.  Hadley is not happy about this but I can tell she is trying hard to stay calm about it.

"Hadley?  You OK?"

"I'm not happy that we're tied, Mama, but I am happy about something."

"What's that?"

"I'm happy that my name is longer than yours."