What I mostly did with my nephews this Christmas Eve was playing a game with their little basketball hoop that hung on the closet door. This is Mr. C trying to prevent me from getting the basketball into the basket. Though his brother Mr. K was also there too. They told me slam dunks were not allowed. I think they were just a little mad that I was much taller than them.
Mr. C is the trouble-maker and a sore loser even though we didn't really keep score. What do you get when you have bad sportsmanship? A hug from great-grandma Jean.