Like Father, Like Daughter

I will freely admit to being a daddy's girl. One hundred percent. But I've also inherited this trait from my dad that's probably not the best thing I could have gotten from him: Competitiveness.

To be brutally honest, neither of us is a good sport about losing or failing. Even at something like a card game--one that requires no skill, only luck of the draw. We pout when we lose, and we gloat when we win. It's a terrible trait. So ridiculous to see him all bent out of shape because he's losing...only to realize I do the exact same things!