My story is not as cheerful, guys.
When I was five, my little brother Jesse wasn't born yet, but two or three years after he was born, he'd watch me and my other brother playing Super Mario Brothers on the N-tendo. He'd watch for a little while, and then would get super-anxious waiting for his turn, so eventually after all the whining and crying, we'd hand the controller over. AND HE WAS GREAT! Almost jumped over that first damn goomba every time!
It got to be so tiring, we'd hand Jesse the spare controller just so he'd think he was playing, and then we'd have to try really hard to pretend we weren't having fun. Because the kid was smart, obviously.