"PEN! REF THAT WAS A PEN!!!" Simon yells at the tv.
"Babe not everything is a penalty. You're just mad I'm winning." I turn to him and place my hand on his cheek while laughing.
"But that was a pen this time." Simon's voice lowers as we continue the game.
In the end I win 3-1 Man City bragging once again dancing in front of his face as he gets mad.
"Aww it's ok Moné (yes I like to call him Moné. Don't judge) we can't all be as good as me." I sit on his lap hugging him reassuring him that it's ok to lose.
"Well I'm better at real life football. Ha" Simon says
"Just because my weak foot is horrendous and I can't do a reboner doesn't mean you're the king!"
"Ok but who won the charity match!"
"Ok ok whatever. Let just play another game." I say aggravated.
"I'm going to win this time!" Simon commands.
