Or maybe she was. She went from five cards in her hand to two by the time the first turn came around to her go.
"Where are your other cards?" I asked her.
Eventually we found them under her bum. After fruitless attempts to get them back into her hand we gave up. Life's too short and bedtime was one win away.
Miss4 placed her second last card on the pile, a Wild card, giving her the chance to change the colour.
"Yellow," she said. It's her favourite colour in all the world.
"I want yellow."
"But you have red."
"But you don't have yellow, sweetie."
"I WANT YELLOW!!" she screamed. So we played on with yellow.
Needless to say, she didn't win.
Miss8 did. After they'd gone to bed we found two of her cards under the coffee table. I think we need go over the rules again.