We didn't win the lottery. Didn't even come close. Couldn't even fake it by turning 6s into 8s or 7 into 9s. Out lottery ticket may as well have been in Chinese -- and then the numbers still wouldn't have matched.
I guess we're better off not winning the lottery. First of all, I bet our bank would have charged us a huge fee to cash the giant novelty check. Then we would have had to deal with all those people asking for money: widows, orphans, widowed orphans. I wouldn't know how to determine who was worthy and who wasn't. I would end up just throwing any group with "monkey" in their name. And we all know Peter Tork is already rich enough.
Meg probably wouldn't be a very good rich kid, anyway. Horses scare her, and I don't think caviar would be well received. She does love tuna fish though, and mutt dogs, and hand me down clothes. And watching her enjoy all of those things, and grow, and laugh, and talk, is better than anything money can buy.
Still, it would be nice to offer her the option of caviar. Just to then decide to slum it with tuna -- just for fun.