This afternoon's Daddy/Aerin Monopoly brawl turned ugly. I couldn't make a good roll; she couldn't make a bad one. As my misfortune mounted, and her fortunes increased, Aerin couldn't stop laughing. She ended up on the floor, holding her stomach. She would get herself under control and get off the floor for a minute. Until my next disaster send her back to the floor.
Mercifully, the game was short.
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