Foosball
We got our son a foosball table for his tenth birthday. I was up late the night before stringing foosmen onto the rods and screwing them in place. At first I had to hold myself back when we played so he could learn the game. I debated with myself about the ethics of doing this-- did I think he couldn't handle losing, or was I teaching him that life would always hand him easy victories? What kind of a father would beat his kid 10-0? I would do things like only play with my left hand or not touch my goalie. That lasted about a week. Now he whips his old man regularly.
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