But I'm very sad, because my doggie has to go to jail. I don't want the doggie to go to jail. I want to go to North Carolina Avenue. I want to line up all the money in nice little piles. I want to line up all the houses and hotels in lines. In color-coded patterns. I want to win. If I go to jail, then the car will be ahead of me. That really bothers me. I absolutely cannot go to jail. If mommy walks away from the game in disgust, I'll play my way and take her turns for her. I'll play the game exactly the way I want it to go in my head. I've already planned that I will get an eight next. I will have to arrange for the dice to make an eight. Eights are nice, don't you think? Oh, look. I win. What a surprise! Where did mommy go?