A postscript

Last night I was sitting in my room reading when JiaJia came in and snuggled up next to me. She said, "Mommy, I need to talk to you about something." Needless to say my mind raced from "she's too young to have boy problems" to "okay, what got broken?" but I said, as neutrally as possible, "Sure, sweetie, what's on your mind?"

"Mommy, I think you need to buy some hotels for your yellows*. Everyone seems to be landing on them and you're not making a lot of money."

I believe she's the next Donald Trump (without the combover).

* Marvin Gardens, etc.