The young miss has the leanings of a real capitalist. She and I played a few games of Monopoly last week. I added my usual interpretations of property titles: Specific Avenue, Short Stuff Line, Virginia Ham Avenue, Baseball-tic Avenue, Cat-lantic Avenue, Walk in the Park Place.
My sister had no sensibility for the game, so I never lost to her. Brittany, on the other hand, will win a good chunk of the time. Two years ago she had no sense of trade value or the important of construction. Today, not only will she assess the value of a proposed trade, but she will gauge my mood and decide based on my level of glee or anticipation.
Here’s a related question: do you think a thoughtful twelve-year-old is too young for her own checking account? My wife is lobbying for savings. I think Brittany needs to learn to manage money. Besides, it would be cool to switch over her allowance to direct deposit.
Our oldest cat, Count, has attached himself to the young miss the past few weeks. He’s been sleeping in her room, either on the bed or in the watchdog position between her and the door. My wife thinks Count is especially sensitive to human moods and needs. When one of the three of us is sick, he usually posts himself nearby for duty.
I think the impending move is hard on our daughter, though she doesn’t reveal much of it, other than a dash of moodiness here and there. Brittany volunteered for the VBS at the new parish next week. My colleague Kathy, the DRE, assigned her with two other sixth-graders to help with six-year-olds. I appreciate the thoughtfulness of that.
While he doesn’t grasp the human concept of capitalism, Count does enjoy rolling the dice.