Mini-manopoly

Mini-manopoly

I discovered the joys of teaching the men how to play Monopoly last weekend.  I’m now convinced cheating at board games must be an innate ability in humans.
We set the board up, I dished out some cash and we argued over who was going to be the bowler’s hat, who was the dog and who was the boring shoe. No guesses for what I got.
With each spin of the wheel in lieu of dice, the boys were unhappy with their numbers, so they re-spun it a few times to get the number they wanted.
I taught them how to buy houses for their new properties which they found plain stupid, because Mum and Dad should be doing all that.  Next, junior landed on his brother’s land and needed to pay him rent.  He’d run out of funds, so his little hand reached over to my stash and took the money he needed. I doubt much will change over the coming years, in reality.
Five minutes later, the board was tipped over, cash thrown everywhere and cardboard houses went into pockets where all manner of -˜boy’ items go. It was always going to be a short game -” their attention evaporates so quickly.
The boys and I went to the shops to get a birthday present for a party. I walked through the centre with the boys trailing like little fluffy ducks. They weaved between people and trolleys and happily climbed into my arms for the occasional carry.
At the birthday party, the boys were off with the other kids and I sat making hide-and-seek faces to a little blue-eyed girl. She was beautiful and she giggled at my silly gestures.
I really wish I had a girl sometimes, I thought aloud and my boys’ mum grinned and shook her head.  I looked over and both my sons were waving at me, smiling with their little party hats on and eating happily together.  I was happy with my mini-manopoly as it is as I blew them a kiss.
As the final candle was blown out on the cake, two other mini-gents got caught up in the moment. One yelled Hooray! Give me a kiss.  Arms up in the air, he planted a sloppy kiss on his friend’s puckered-up lips.  Both boys’ mothers and I looked at each and cracked up laughing, careful not to make them feel anything but sweet adoration for them. It was just so unexpected.
Later, one of the mothers said to me, That was so funny, that boy gave my son a kiss! I said It’s a party, nothing wrong with a little party pash. We both laughed again as we watched all the boys jump in the blow-up castle.

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One response to “Mini-manopoly”

  1. Very deceptively deep read, John… I sure look forward for the next generations to come and what their open mindedness will bring :-)

    Oh, and you’d better strategise a curfew on their access to your joint account…. Lest they want The Strand!