I remember playing war with my mom when I was small. I use to get so mad at her when she would win. I was such a poor sport.
She would laugh her head off at me when I use to freak out. I would throw my cards down and run into my room crying.
We use to play poker alot also for pennies. I would save up my pennies and beg her to play with me. Finally she would give in and sit at the kitchen table with me and we would play.
I would lose at poker also, throw my cards and run to my bedroom. I remember the pot getting huge, like 50 cents, and I would think that there is no way I was going to lose (with a pair of 4's) LOL, and she would wind up with a full house.
It is one of the best memories I have still to this day with my mother.