When I play video games I only play hardcore; so I'll sometimes die and lose a character I have 50+ hours in. A few years ago, I'd gotten a character further in the game progression than ever before, managed to kill a new, very difficult boss, who throws off waves of projectiles.
The boss died. I almost died. Started celebrating and about to take a health potion, when one of the projectiles fell out of the sky and killed me.
I didn't swear, but I growled in frustration and slammed my control pad down on a nearby pillow. My boy, Fletch was 8 or 9 at the time, and got really upset because he hadn't seen me react emotionally to pretty much anything, his whole life.
Everything's relative; but it's easy to forget how large a portion of their worldview we are.
NB: It was Queen Slime in Terraria for anyone wondering.
This is something I keep trying to remind myself of, but I fail time and time again. I am a great role model perhaps 80% of the time, okay another 10%, but the last 10% - I wish I could contain that...