My nephew and nieces just came over this afternoon and we played Uno. My nephew won the first three rounds, me the next three and then it was down to the last round. Worse, he was down to his last card. Even worse, he had this disgusting smirk on his face. I could not afford to lose.

I had a choice of flipping a red five or a green five. I put my red on top of my green. I looked at him. He looked back at me.

My nephew plopped down his final card, a red Skip and that was it. Then came the celebrations. (I did not take part.)

It makes you feel really old when you lose to a nine-year old kid.

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