Our family was in the car the other day and we passed a very hoity-toity neighborhood. So the kids were admiring the mansions when I, being the obnoxious “let’s make everything an object lesson” parent that I am, say something to the effect of, “those mansions don’t make people happy, you know.”
One of my sons immediately blurts out, “I think they’d make me happy (pause…considering what he just said) …at least for a little while.”
From the mouth of babes.
Later, I think on the ride home that same day, Jason, says, “where is our REAL mansion, guys?”
Another son blurts out, “In Ohio!”
Tee Hee. May it be. Not that that would make me truly happy or anything…at least not for very long.