I peeked at the family quiz answers and helped my team win a ridiculous trophy

My dad put the plastic quiz trophy on his mantelpiece and said, 'Finally, a team that appreciates my useless knowledge.' Two of the answers that won it were mine. I'd seen them on the answer sheet.

My brother runs our family quiz every few months. Before the last one, I went into the spare room to find a pen. The printed answers were beside the pens. I read one, then several more before putting the sheet down.

Dad had spent the afternoon telling me we were going to lose again. When those questions came up, I supplied the answers and enjoyed his surprise. I also got plenty wrong, which made it easier to pretend there hadn't been an advantage. We won by one point. There was no money or other prize, just a lopsided trophy and bragging rights.

The next quiz is this weekend. Dad has already announced we're defending our title together. I can't decide whether admitting it now would be a sensible correction or an unnecessarily grand confession about a family game.

It feels tiny until I picture Dad polishing that awful trophy. How would you tell the team without asking everyone to laugh it off before they've had a chance to be annoyed?