I knew Anson would love it. Since he’s already talked about taking over the Laynes Empire for Mike when he’s older, I was postive that a game about money and real estate would get my snaggle-toothed child pretty excited.
I knew Hayden would love it for about thirty minutes.
I knew we had plenty of time to play Monopoly since College Station seems to have become the setting for the new movie, Ice Age 3.
Two minutes into the game, Anson had all his money organized in little piles, from greatest to smallest bill increments. He counted it between EVERY turn. He actually used words like, “good investment” and caught several “bank errors.”
I was the banker.
He scares me how smart he is and attentive to detail. Before buying a property, he would ask for the property's card so he could read it. Who does that?
If you come over here often, he will ask you to play this game with him. Just warning you! He’s addicted. You may need to schedule Monopoly time with Anson.
Hayden’s money and properties littered half the dining room table. His “holdings” were scattered all over the floor and in his chair. He was playing a different kind of Monopoly. His game had very little to do with money or Oriental Avenue. His game was played between the individual game pieces on the board. He was a cannon, (most of the time) and he thought he was winning if his piece got close enough to blow up Anson’s dog or to shoot holes in my shoe. The funniest part was hearing him say, “I won.” I won meant he was in the space right next to us. He would say, “Engage cannon one” then say, “Fire in the poop deck” then dump us over. It was even funnier to see him sad and pouting, because he was not near our pieces. He was convinced he was losing the game even though his pile of money was decorating the room.
Ashton lined up all the houses, hotels and game pieces at the end of the table. Every once in a while, I would “accidentally” put a $500 in the $100 plastic parking spot in the bank. Ashton immediately would correct my “mistake.” I drove him nuts. It was a lot of fun.
I love Monopoly.
It reminds me of summers with my brother. We would ride our bikes down to the gas station and load up on Air Heads, then eat them while we played.
It reminds me that there need to be more occasions in our life when we can just sit…and play a game with people we love…for a very long time.
It reminded me that playing a game with your kids helps you get to know them better than sitting and watching a movie with them. Melodi told me this years ago.
In just a few hours, my kids had to practice being patient, kind, encouraging, good sports…and almost all of them got in trouble for something.
It was neat to see how a light blue square on our dining room table could bring out so much of our unique personalities and gifts, but also draw attention to our weaknesses…places we still need to grow.
It was an honor to pass down this love for the game to my children.
It was an honor to see them struggle and excel.
That’s what family is. We get the rare opportunity to be face to face with one another’s beauty and shame.
They all loved it for different reasons, Anson for the money, Hayden for the miniature silver game pieces, and Ashton for the wealth of things he could line up and sort.
I just love the shoe.
I’m always the shoe.
What piece are you?