One of my kids is going to drive me crazy and don't tell me that it's a short trip, I already know

My twins are extremely competitive. they must get that from their dad

Joseph (name has not been changed to protect the innocent) is an amazing athlete. He swims in the morning before school and on Saturdays for 3 hours. He's pretty good. He's not the best, but he can hold his own. The kids on the high school swim team have already heard of him (or so I was told). Then, after school, he has track practice. On top of that, he gets straight A's.

A couple of years ago, as a 6th grader, he found out that the top scoring boy (and girl) on the track team is "crowned" MVP. He has wanted this so bad that he can taste it.

He runs the 1500 and the 3000 although I can't figure out why anyone would want to do that, the only time that I'll think about running is if I think someone is about to beat me to a really cute pair of shoes He also does the long jump. He only got beat in each of his running events one time all season. His long jump was back and forth but he usually placed in the top 4, so not too shabby. You would think that he would be happy with these amazing results, RIGHT???

But, someone beat him for MVP.

I wish I could tell you that he's taking it gracefully. I wish I could boast say that he's handling it with class. I wish I could tell you that he's the bigger man. But, sadly, I can't.

Yesterday, as we left the track meet, the boy man that kid is big, feels weird calling him a boy, he looks like he should be in college said to Joseph, "Ha! Ha! I beat you!" and the mama bear in me calmly proceeded to kick his butt. ok, not really, but I thought about it, would have been kinda funny and Joseph didn't respond. But, I could see the large black raincloud hanging over his head and I knew that he was "in a mood". Don't be alarmed, it happens often.

All night long, and before school this morning, I had to hear about why Bernard (ok, I know that's not his real name but humor me) shouldn't have won. All the reasons were, in my opinion, irrelevant. He scored the most points, therefore, he won. Deal with it.

I tried to convince teach him that being classy is better than being the winner. I could see that he wasn't buying it. I threatened encouraged him to be the better man and go find Bernard and congratulate him. I told him as I kicked his moody rear out of the van that if anyone tried to goad him to respond with a smile.

Please pray that some of my threats teaching got through that thick skull of his. again, takes after the dad here

Otherwise, he may drive me over the edge...