DEAR MR. SOLOMON,
My six-year-old grandson was at my house on Shabbos afternoon, and I was playing memory with him and a neighbor’s child. Every time the other child or I got a set, my grandson started to cry. He just couldn’t handle not winning. Funnily enough, I could understand him in a certain way. I also felt excited when I got a set and a little stressed out when another player got one turn after another, because when you get a set you get another turn. This incident reminded me that being able to lose is a very important