When my mom wants our family to spend time together at the house, it often involves a board game or card game played at the kitchen table or on top of blankets laid on the living room floor. I prefer Skipbo or Uno, but my mom loves to play a dice game called Yahtzee. One day when my dad was at work and the rest of us were relaxing at home, my mom called for me and my brother to come into the kitchen. My brother and I trudged into the kitchen thinking that our mom was about to assign some chores for us to do. She just wanted us to spend some time together while we weren’t busy. She walked to the hall closet and pulled the Yahtzee box down from its spot. “Do we have to play Yahtzee? We can’t even remember the rules!” my brother and I groaned in protest. “That’s why the game comes with instructions when you buy it,” my mom replied. When Preston and I realized that we had no choice but to play at least one game, we both sat down at the kitchen table and listened to our mom read the instructions. We all took turns rolling the dice and adding our points up. Preston and my mom even made fun of the way I moved my arms in a circular motion when I rolled the dice. They said I looked like someone churning butter. I just told them I was bored and wanted to try my luck by rolling the dice differently than they did. I guess it worked, because I eventually won the game.