On the morning of Chinese New Year, I woke up to the kids playing Chinese Aeroplane Chess (飞行棋) in the living room. I smiled at the sight of the two of them rolling the dice and moving their round aeroplane tile around the map because it reminded me of a time when I played it as a child.
Then Joy suddenly declared she didn't want to play anymore, and stomped away in a huff, to sulk under a table.
"I don't want to play anymore," she said in exasperation, "I keep losing and I want to win."
Isaac tried to convince her to come back to the game while playing for the two of them. He rolled the dice and moved her counter, then rolled the dice and moved his own.
"Look Joy Joy! We are both winning! Come back and play with me lah!"
Joy was still too mad to take up his cheerful offer. And collapsed dramatically on the sofa.
I laughed out loud, wondering how I was going to teach the two of them about learning to accept losing and winning graciously.
Before I even thought that through, the kids were already playing something else, forgetting about the game and about winning and losing.
If only we knew how to get over things that quickly as adults.