In the span of three hours, I deduced that Sadie wasn't a weird kid at all. She was reserved, quiet, but not shy at all. She really can speak her mind if given the right motivation and a comfortable space. What's more comfortable than her own house?
And in that three hour span, I've been cussed at, berated, and received anger management tips from a literal child all for simply not knowing how to follow the rules of Monopoly.
"Seriously, it's that easy," Sadie exasperates, throwing her arms up in the air. "You draw a card and when it says 'go to jail', you go to jail, not take more steps forward. I don't even know how you managed to survive middle school."
My mouth went agape. "Did you really just call me dumb?"
She stares at me innocently. "Is that not what you are?"
This kid. I swear
