UNO

The game of choice when me and her are home alone.  She's surprisingly good. When she wins she chants, "Winner, winner, I want cheese for dinner."  When she loses she glares at me.  She's a little intimidating with the whole dilated pupils and the pursed lips look.

This beats the alternative of her other favorite passtime when we are alone. It's called mom tossing a stuffed animal high in the air over the couch with perfect timing as she runs across the front room and dives through the air to catch it and then slams head first into the couch, over and over a bazillion times.  I'll take 20 games of UNO over that any day.