I mentioned my daughter has a game-playing gene. Well, it was on full display Saturday night. Like her mom, she can change from the sweetest person in the world to the most ruthless opponent imaginable. They both take their play seriously; I look on it as a game —I mean, who really cares?
Jodi set out not only to beat me and Alex but humiliate us — take all our money, buy up all the good properties and drive us into Monopoly bankruptcy court, which I was more than happy to let her do.
Then I started winning.
Empire Monopoly rules are slightly different from regular Monopoly rules. You can actually put the screws to your opponents or stop them putting the screws to you. I took full advantage of these new rules and pummeled my only child into the ground (metaphorically speaking).
I won pretty handily and even gloated a little. What I failed to consider was that Jodi, like her mother, takes losing as seriously as winning. I was in for a revenge whipping.
She laid it on the next round, tying with a solid win that left her feeling better about the evening. We played a third round and Alex won that time, breaking the tie. Afterward, I placed the game in a secure location. I’d hate to lose this one. It belongs to all three of us.