Yesterday, one of my sons filled out his entire NCAA tournament bracket. He has Florida beating Ohio State.
He is five years old. He doesn’t start kindergarten for another 5 months. And most likely, he will still kick my butt in our family March Madness pool.
He wins at everything. We call him “Big Fat Cheater”. He grins like a little blonde maniac while he cleans out your pockets. He laughs, he giggles, he wins, we lose. Every time.
He’s either a genius, or one of the luckiest people EVER.
So now we’ll just see what Mr. Fancy Pants knows about college basketball, won’t we? Unless he wins. Then it was pure luck.