Uttered whilst in the midst of a deathmatch friendly little nightly game of gin rummy, as he slaps down the winning trio of threes and goes out with a definite flourish (oh, he is the King of Flourish) :
A little reminder to me to not let the stupid crap get me down.
And that something as small as kicking your mom's arse in cards can bring such joy.
At least he's a better sport than I used to be and doesn't jump up from the table to point, laugh and engage in the not entirely graceful but entirely "in-your-face" victory dance.
I love you, mom.