Norah's coming much closer to beating me at Memory. She used to get something like four matches in all. We played on the living room floor in the sunlight the other afternoon. She had me half-worrying, half-rejoicing there for a minute. I love to win this game, but I am torn because I also love to see her doing so well. I have never made this game easy on her. When she was much younger, I would simply use less cards. But, I never "gave" her matches, ever. If the turn falls to me and we both know where something is, she knows that I'll get the match. But, the funny thing is, as competitive as I am, I really can't wait till she manages to beat me by her own merit. On that day, she and I both may cry tears of joy.