I suppose it comes to all parents in the end. This summer holiday I cracked and bought a monopoly set for us. Actually, I say cracked, but I was very happy to have a set in the house.
The littles have played together (with made up rules) a few times (most helpfully when the three of us went into my work last week).
When I got home from work this evening, the husb had got up from his sleep (having had to get up to go to work at 4am this morning) and the littles had returned from their sleepover (thank you again Grandma and Grandpa), the four of us sat down to play and it was really good fun. That is until tempers were lost when I declared bedtime and the very littlest one realised that he had fewer properties than everyone else.