I spent a large chunk of yesterday morning trying to convince Jamie that, in life, it's the taking part and not the winning that matters most.
Fast-forward 24 hours, and this morning's lecture was all about the many brave soldiers who died fighting for our country. This was to ensure he was fully briefed in preparation for joining big cousin Jack in the Guiseley Remembrance Sunday parade.
I explained that this year's commemorations were all the more special because it was the 100th anniversary of the start of the First World War.
And I told him about his great grandfather Jack Layberry, an Englishman, who was posted to Northern Ireland with the British Army during the Second World War.
"Did he win?" asked Jamie.
OK, so sometimes winning is a little more important than the taking part.