I am really skilled at Monopoly, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Really skilled. Remember how my parents are kind of hippies? My family camped every summer for two weeks in random places along the west coast of the United States and I spent a lot of rainy days in Northern California inside our tent trailer wiping the floor with my siblings. I’m what you call a Monopoly savant. Girl’s got strategy.
I’ve been on the prowl for quite some time for an old Monopoly game. None of this new techie stuff, but an old school Monopoly board. I want to pass my skills onto my kids while I can. So naturally when I found a Monopoly game for $2 at a thrift store a month ago, and it was only missing a few property pieces, I was thrilled.
I can whip up properties on 3″ x 5″ index cards in my sleep. I eat properties for dinner.
In case you’re wondering? the closest side of the board in the photo belongs to mama. I show no mercy when playing with my children. It’s my gift to them: real life experience. In the form of a Monopoly game.
Hey, I’m winging this parenting thing as much as the next guy.