We’re killing ourselves trying to win at games that aren’t real and have no stakes.

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My five-year-old nephew, Connor, once fled in tiny adorable anger from our little pile of LEGOs into his room and slammed the door. His mom went to check on him. Why was he angry? He believed he’d lost at LEGOs. He and I had just moments ago sat down to build with them, but it seemed there was some kind of game he thought we were playing…