(I’m playing a video game with my dad. Despite that the object of the game focuses on teamwork, he likes to be competitive about everything.)
Dad: *boastfully* “Look, I’m doing so much better than you!”
Me: *calmly* “Okay.”
Dad: “It says I have more kills than you, I didn’t die as many times, and I survived to the end and you didn’t!”
Me: “Cool. Want to play again?”
Dad: “Why aren’t you upset?”
Me: “Why do you want me to be upset? It’s just a game.”
(The second time around I actually manage to do far better than my dad.)
Dad: “All right… I guess you beat me this time.”
Me: “Cool. You want to play again?”
Dad: “Why aren’t you getting excited and rubbing it in my face?”
Sister: “Has it maybe occurred to you that she’s playing because she thinks it’s fun and doesn’t really care who’s doing better?”
(I later got yelled at for not making a huge deal out of the fact that I was apparently “winning.” I don’t play many games with my dad anymore.)