Winning at Monopoly

You're in a new stage of family life when you stop helping your kids during a Monopoly game, and, in fact, thoroughly and guiltlessly enjoy beating them. I must have landed on one kid's (the name will be withheld to protect the innocent) property on three separate occasions without her noticing (all my kids are hers). I thought of mentioning it for maybe a fraction of a second and then continued on. She'll recover from what was initially perceived as unforgivable betrayal. Or when I traded away all of my property to get the one title that gave me a single monopoly. There I sat with my three yellows and steadily built house after house after house. Impervious to the cries of not playing fair, I collected the increasing rents and gave myself an enthusiastic high-five. (No one else was speaking to me at that point.) All those years of building and guarding their self-esteem were worth it. We can now battle like true adversaries when playing games and no one goes home crying.