The Game of Life...

Earlier tonight my family decided to gather around the table after dinner and play The Game of Life. As many of you know, throughout the game of life, you draw cards for various aspects of life. For example, your career, salary, and house. Each of the cards consisting of houses you can have in your life vary from beach houses to tutor homes to mobile homes. All of us had picked our homes except for Ally, my ten-year-old sister. I had gotten the beautiful and most coveted Victorian home, Anne had gotten the Tutor home, Brent had regretfully chosen the mobile home, and my Mom had the log cabin. 

Anne held out the remaining house cards for Ally to choose and Ally happened to pick the "split level" home. This home was a rambler style house but unfortunately had been affected by an earthquake and was split down the middle. Ally instantly burst into tears and asked begged my Mom to let her pick a new one. The next two she picked were the "Euell B. Milken Realty" (A farm house) and the "Sandwich Inn Reality" (apartments). She immediately started crying again and when my Mom asked, "What's wrong now?" She said, "I don't want to live in an apartment or a stupid farm house!"

The whole table erupted into laughter. Through tears of laughter my mom tried to tell her it was just a game but the fact that every other word was broken up by laughter did not help the situation.