Another invigorating game of Monopoly tonight.
I won, again, and watched the Dad/Husband-stock plummet. So, in a clever move to save face for the vanquished, I decided to just let the game play out as if they hadn't landed on my hotels YET again, this time, with hints, and tips, and overlooks given gratuitously to further their Empires.
Amy balked, Tristan ran with it until he crushed me under his Jackboots... er Converse Chucks.
A good time was had by all.