Beating Sweet Pea in a game of pool after letting him win for months.
Is this shit? Probably
“I’m gonna kick your ass” Sweet Pea would say, topping it off with a cheesy kiss on the forehead.
“You wish”. The words would slip out of your mouth instinctively, and his ego would be boosted.
And then he’d win, and you’d just watch him with love in your eyes, caring more about him being all happy that beating him at a game of pool. But that ended today. It has been a tradition for you to play every Friday night, and it also kind of became a tradition for him to win. Not that you had a problem with that, but recently you got a few reasons to believe it has gotten into his head.