Jagger and I played the good old fashion game Memory last night. We spread the little cardboard pictures all over the table, flipping them over two at a time to try and get a match. Jag was the victor and I was not.
This morning as he was eating his toast, he ran in with his crust in hand. He said "Look Mom it's the letter L! L for LOSER like when you played Memory with me last night!"
Did he really need to go there?