Pamopoly.
You may know it as, Monopoly.
The littlest mogul calls it Pamopoly. It's so cute and we haven't corrected her because she so rarely gets things wrong.
She got Pamopoly Jr. for Christmas and it has taken us this long to break it out because I hate that game with a white hot passion. It's too much like real life for me- always broke and loosing. Then you have to add in the fact that whoever is winning turns into a loathsome gloating pig Slum Lord and...well... Let's just say, I usually steer clear of the adult version of the game.
The thing is, playing Ev is not really a walk in the park. She is a shark! A shark I tell ya! And she does gloat, but in an innocent way, like she is just so darned pleased that she keeps getting what she wants and she has like 12 pamopolies on the board and oh! Mama! You only have one. (giggle). And she HAS to be the Banker. And when you land on her properties she holds out that tiny hand, palm up and yells, " Hit Me!! Three Dollars!!!" and she smiles and gleefully adds it to her growing pile of money. And on your next move you have to go to lunch. And she NEVER has to go to lunch. She is a mogul, a force to be reckoned with. She has won every single game so far.
But you can't REALLY get mad at her.
She's not being deliberately rude and gloating.
She just Loves! It! So! Much!!!
It's the culmination of all things wonderful to her. Money and dice. Owning things and counting them. Making more money. Fondling the money. Arranging booths. Getting free ticket booths.
Plus it's something that takes place when Liam is napping or in bed so it's just her and us and all of those wonderful bits of paper and blocks of properties-sheer bliss to this particular six year old.
And the cat? Well, he just likes watching.
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