The Competitive Spirit Is Alive and Well at Casa de Chelle

Last night, Hugh brought home three boxes of fruit roll-ups and gave them to the Cub. He instructed him to hand them out to his classmates prior to the opening of the voting booth. While I’m not sure bribery is the best thing to be teaching a child, if the school really wants the children to learn about politics, I suppose this is totally the way to go.

God Chelle, pessimistic much?

Anyhoodle, the competitive thing comes naturally to my husband and is clearly a genetic trait that he has passed to our son and, I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, it just differs greatly from my own genetic make-up (ok, not really. My dad and both sisters are hella competitive so genetics probably aren’t the issue).

I’m proud of the Cub both for his natural tendency to go for what he wants as well as for his ability to lose graciously (which he totally gets from me. Really, between Hugh and me, I am definitely the more gracious loser. I am! Also? Not competitive at all, obviously. Gah.) .

(I'm also quite proud of Hugh who was invited to officiate at the State Wrestling Tournament later this month but, that is a story for another day. Also, I love parenthesis, can you tell?).

One thing is certain, no matter who wins the coveted Classroom Mayor seat today; all the kids will be winners. I mean, duh, fruit roll-ups.