We played a rousing game of Uno the other night. Not wanting to be left out, Ruthie was on Derek’s team in the beginning. Judging by the look on her face, she is not too pleased with Derek’s cards. Or perhaps she’s working on her poker face.

In addition to Ruthie wanting to be part of the action, the dog-who-thinks-she’s-a-human-child found her spot around the circle.

Really. Molly joins in whatever the boys are doing. She even brings her own toy to play with. She knows all too well that her brothers don’t like to share their toys with her.

In our house, game night wouldn’t be game night without some good old roughhousing. So as soon as the last card was played, the wrestling match commenced. Dog and all.

I’ve never understood this trait in boys.

Chances are, Ruthie won’t either.

Things can get pretty intense between the four of them,

but somehow they end up better friends than when the night started.