The Games are ON.
After a series of crushing defeats, we have finally mounted a reasonable defense against my 8 year old Monopoly Magnate. She’s a quick, impulsive player, but Hot Wheels and I are holding our own by securing the railroads early and then acquiring Park Place and Broadway. She has a few hotels now, though, and they carry some hefty rents, so we have to keep an eye on her. (Looks like she went the ‘Heavenly Bed’ and Egyptian cotton robe route.)
Here’s Hot Wheels, parked outside our little house on Broadway. It’s a nice place.