I have a confession to make. I do not enjoy playing Monopoly with children.
I know. I know. And I still call myself a mother.
I do play it. I just don’t enjoy it. I does give me an opportunity to practice my forced smiling, so I guess it’s not all bad.
Oh sure. The first two hours practically sail along. It’s that third hour that gets to me. You know, when your seven year old has exactly $12 left and you have to explain the concept of mortgaging property to pay for staying at a Boardwalk hotel? After you’ve explained that the game is supposed to emulate real life?
I don’t know about you, but if I only had twelve dollars left, I would be rethinking my Atlantic City vacation.
Parenting was so much simpler when there was just Candy Land.