My poor poor pitiful soul.  As I played “Uno Attack!” (yes, the game actually comes with an exclamation point in its title) with my three boys, I caught myself thinking about way too much strategy.  Not really a strategy of winning (don’t get me wrong, I still wanted to win, but I didn’t want to cause too much strife or sadness in winning), but rather I found myself trying to craft a delicate balance.  Be the “Fun Maker.”  Don’t knock the same son away from victory too many times.  Note which son is getting close to tears, tears of genuine sadness, as if somehow success at Uno has become a value of net worth.  Try not to bully a son that is getting too arrogant, but still subtly knock him back down to Earth.  Don’t play favorites and try not to wind them all up too much.  Uno, I’m exhausted well before I ever get close to yelling the phrase.