My son hates it when I beat him at Wheel of Fortune.

And when I have, yet again, bested him in solving a puzzle, he “storms” from the room in pretend disgust. As he leaves the room he yells back over his shoulder, “Why don’t you try out for the show.”

And I say “Because I don’t look good on video. The camera is not kind to me.”

I’d say, “Logan, does this TV make me look fat?”

To which my son would reply, “It’s not the TV, Mama.”