Dinner time is family time for us. It’s the time we sit together and find out what happened in each other's day. My middle son usually has the best stories.
On Monday, he tells us that in Sociology class they played a game called Stratified Monopoly. The class was divided into three classes, "Middle Class, Working Class and the Wealthy Class. My son started in the wealthy class, which is very fitting for him as he likes the finest things in life and certainly feels entitled to have them. As you can imagine, the game is based on Monopoly and he thought that since he was rich, and if he bought up all of the squares, people would owe him money each time they land on his property. What he didn't know was that the teacher was going to throw in this funky rule that tosses the standard rules upside. In the end, he lost a lot of money and didn't win. The only class of people that won the game was the Working Class. It was a hard lesson for him to learn. You could see it on his face that was so sure he was doing the right (though, selfish) that he was very surprised by the outcome.
Today, he tells us that in U.S. History, they are doing a game where they get to invest in the stock market to see how it turns out. Without a care he adds, "Yes, we're supposed to be doing this in the 1920's."
My husband and I say almost at the same time.
"Sell!" Says hubby.
"Hide your money!" Says I
"In the mattress!" Says hubby.
"NOT! IN! THE! BANK!" Say I.
Our son laughs at us because suddenly he gets it.
We asked him, what year they are supposed to be working in. He tells us that he's in 1924.
We tell him that he has a few years but in 1927 invested in GOLD!