When I was a kid, all we had were board games. I’d play with my mom or brother or whoever else I could prod into a game. I preferred playing with my mom, because on most occasions she’d let me win. Jedi has been raised in the digital age, however, and our house is full of tech gadgets. Most of what he plays are against computer opponents. Even the classics of my youth have been reinvented electronically.
Nothing takes the place of an actual board game, though. Of time spent gathered around a table as a family, rolling real dice in your hand and moving legitimate pieces. Which is why J bought the true version of Monopoly after Jedi had taken a particular interest in the iPad edition.
Jedi vs. J, the matchup was set. I acted the important role of the money-hungry banker, which consisted of, but not limited to, keeping bills out of Abby’s grabby hands. Unfortunately, by the time we were ready, it was only half an hour until bedtime. Anyone who has ever played Monopoly knows that it can’t be appropriately played in a half hour.
Luckily, Jedi had to use the bathroom when it was almost time to call it quits. Which gave J an opportunity to make a swift deposit of all but 8 of his dollars to the bottom of Jedi’s cash pile. Technically cheating, but for a good cause. On J’s next turn, he landed on one of Jedi’s properties. The cost was more than J had, which meant the bout was over. Jedi “won” his first real game of Monopoly, with high-fives and fanfare. Because I’ve come to appreciate that in parenting, sometimes losing is winning as well.