We are playing Monopoly.
We have played it everyday except Tuesday this week.
Growing up I disliked Monopoly.
Now, I think I am starting to hate the game.
I am day dreaming about a burglar stealing nothing but this Monopoly game.
What I really want to be doing is reading my book.
All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr.
The young girl in the book is 8 years old just like my son.
It is a beautiful book that I can’t stop thinking about.
But my son thinks I’m not making good decisions in this game.
He tells me he will help me.
I tell him he is my financial advisor.
People pay to have help with their investment decisions.
At first his dad is against this.
We no longer play by the rules and make our own up as we go along.
He has slowly gotten used to this.
But now this.
I tell him we are trying to enjoy time spent with our son.
But I can tell you that neither one of us is enjoying the game.
Instead we just like looking at our cute obnoxious son dance around the table as he wins big.
Meanwhile, our new kitten is resting on the board game.
Also, our mini labradoodle keeps putting his bone on the table. (See it in the picture)
So my son says he is going to give me some of his own money to put houses on my property.
Then he tells me when people land on the property I have to give him half the proceeds.
This is another one of his shady deals I think.
This is why we call him a tycoon.
This is also why I have never won a single game of Monopoly with him.
But right at that very minute I get a text from our neighbor.
COME OUT AND PLAY
and we all jump up from the table and run outside.
But the game is to be continued…