Welcome to Game Night

Last night we played games with two families that we are especially fond of.  They both have children the same age as the Goob.  And all of the children get along and all of the adults get along and all of the adults get along resonably well with all of the children. 
We played the game "Things".  A game where everyone writes down 'things' and everyone tries to guess who wrote what.  The Goob and his best friend have brains that function scarily on the same wavelength.  Which made it very difficult to guess which of them would stand in line to see an execution and which of them would stand in line to see The Amazing Gonzo.  There was also one not quite a teenager little brother there and, as the Goob desribed it, 'his brain wanders in and out of the collective'.  Which made it especially hard to decide who would write down 'hunchback waitress' as an answer to anything. 
I scored only one point all evening.  The STP won the game.  Unless the object really was to build relationships and laugh together.  In that case, we were all winners.  Which should make our host happy.  He is one of those uber-competitive types to whom winning is important.  He laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes.  WINNER!