A conversation that took place this morning:
Drew: Jake, why aren't you ever nice to me in the morning? You are always so mean.
Jake: I'll be nice to you when I'm rich. I'll share all my money with you.
Drew: I mean when we're kids. I want you to be nice when we're kids.
Jake: We'll still be kids when we're old and I'm rich. We'll be kids to Mom and Dad.
Drew: What happens when they're dead? Then we won't be kids anymore. I'll be out of luck.
Jake: Don't worry. We'll still be their kids when they're in the ground.
Drew: Awesome! So when Mom and Dad die, you'll be nice. And if you share all your money, we'll both be rich. I can't wait!
We'll see how awesome it is when that cold home lunch I packed for them this morning is not in their backpacks. Maybe they can be nice to each other, make some money and buy their own damn lunch. After all, they seem to think that life would be so much better if I were 6 feet under.
Kids!
