I truly love playing games. Board games, card games, group games … I am all for them. However … children’s games bore me to tears. We have Candy Land and Chutes and Ladders, but if the boys don’t ask for them, I’m content leaving them in the closet.
I blame this on never playing those types of games as a kid – I grew up watching my siblings play Monopoly and Clue and Pictionary.
But, now that the boys are getting older, we can pull out the “junior” versions of some of my favorite games. These don’t bother me so much and I actually WANT to play.
This afternoon we played Monopoly Junior.
Sadly, I lost. Early in the game.
I stink at Monopoly.
You know who doesn’t stink? Billy.
That kid wins almost every game we play. It is uncanny. We don’t cheat or bend the rules for him either. We might go a little easy on him at the beginning of the game, but that almost always stops as he starts skunking us!
At the end of the game today (I put a time limit on it – after all, I’d already lost 20 minutes earlier), Kevin said, “Okay, let’s count up your money and see who won.”
Ricky just pushed his small stack to one side and said in a dejected way, “No. Billy did.”
He was right.
Billy’s stack of money was pretty big – and he owned pretty much all the properties. And he was smiling and very proud of himself!