Should you let your children win at board games? Actually, let me rephrase that: Should you let your children win at board games if you can beat them at board games? Because, frankly, I lost a startling number of Chutes and Ladders games to my son when he was 5 years old. (In my defense, there is zero strategy to Chutes and Ladders - and that dude had no idea what he was doing.)
On the whole, we have yet to establish a consistent routine about this winning-and-losing situation, and my inconsistency is clearly making a tricky situation worse. Sometimes I'll take a dive in Battleship, levy an off-base accusation in Clue or make a deliberately lousy chess move to let the little people stay a competitive step ahead (and keep the game moving). At other times I'll decide that I must use this friendly game of Ticket to Ride: New York to teach him that life is an ever-stretching mosaic of boundless disappointment, and that he must begin to navigate it immediately by dealing with how I blocked his route from Central Park to Greenwich Village.
There is little rhyme or reason to these decisions, which depend essentially on how I'm feeling and how snippy my son has been lately about screen time. Sometimes he beats me at things outright, and that's fantastic. There's a game called Blokus that I've lost, regularly and badly, to a person who routinely puts his shirts on backward and ends 85 percent of dinners by falling out of his chair. I don't mind losing to someone who is better than me - which is, incidentally, what I thought after pretty much every Little League game.
But I should have established some system for such games, particularly back when I maintained the ability to keep an upper hand at some of them. Because with my kids now 14 and 6, I'm pretty sure it has contributed to this curious result: We are really bad at losing.
We are bad at losing board games. We are bad at watching the Cubs lose on TV. We are bad at losing karate competitions. We are bad at losing backyard cornhole games to Dad. We are bad at losing presidential elections (okay, that one's true for everyone). We are bad enough at losing that last week I caught both kids cheating, independently of each other, attempting to peek in a game that requires some players to keep their eyes closed. They cheated in different ways: One covered his eyes with his hands, but spread his fingers apart ever so slightly. The other went with the ol' fluttery-eyelid approach. (For the record, I caught this because my role in the game allowed me to have my eyes open, where I could easily keep an eye on my shady, nefarious offspring.)
