Now I've been playing video games since the early 80s, and I think I'm pretty good at them.
It was galling then, when Hugo casually challenged me to a game of Super Mariokart on the Wii, and proceeded to kick my arse for the next hour.
My natural response to sustained defeat is to descend into a tantrum of shouting and swearing, but apparently this is 'not acceptable behaviour' when playing a seven year old.
So I bit my lip, kept a cool head and practised for the rest of the day. I'm pleased to say that by bedtime I had reduced the boy to tears as I danced around the room in a victory celebration.
Unfortunately we haven't played since...