Little Cate is one of the most competitive people whom I have ever met. Her killer instinct shines on the soccer field, but it shines even brighter every other night when she and I play Uno prior to reading bedtime stories.
She and I go for the jugular, and we call putting down a draw two or a draw four card drawing blood. The games get pretty heated, but each of us is a good loser. I always congratulate her when she wins, and she does not (often) cry when she loses.
The instructions state if a certain card color is in play, a player must play a card of that color if he/she has it. The other night I said Uno and had just one card left in my hand after playing a green card. I waited to see what Cate would do. Truth be told, I knew that she had green cards in her hand. Cate proceeded to draw a card- presumably with the hope that she would get a draw two or draw four that she could play against me to stop me from winning. To no avail, she did not get one of these cards. I played my last card and won.
However, afterwards I asked Cate if I could see her cards. Cate must have sensed that she was about to be busted for not playing a green card because she proceeded to sit on her cards. I told her that if she wanted to play again that night, I needed to have her cards back so I could shuffle the deck. She still held back. Finally, I handed her a stack of cards and asked her to mix her cards in. It just so happened that the cards I gave her did not have any greens. She mixed in her cards carefully while I closed my eyes. Afterwards, I sifted through them and asked her about the new greens that had appeared. I was smiling and cracking up. She smiled, too, but was obviously embarrassed because she kept saying, "Dad, don't laugh!"
I shuffled the cards up and we played again. This time, she won fair and square, and I gave her a big hug. That's my girl!
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