That's the point

J and I were playing Sorry, one of his favorite games, a few weeks ago. J has inherited his father's competitive spirit, so he is not fond of losing, being scored on, etc. Anyway, I happened to have two turns within a short period of time where I drew a Sorry card and bumped a few of his pieces back to Start. As you can imagine, a minor meltdown ensued.

L, overhearing the commotion, comes over and offers this sympathetic input: "J, that's the point."

Yes indeed, L. Sorry is the name of the game.