I was tucking Joe in on Saturday when he sighed heavily. "I don't know if I'd want to be married or not," he said. "I'd have people asking me for things all the time, like wanting granola bars at 10 in the morning."
I assured him that the joys of having kids outweighed the inconveniences.
"I don't know," he went on. "It'd be a lot more expensive. I'd have to buy food and health insurance for four people, or maybe more."
I reminded him that God provides, but it still makes me chuckle. Health insurance? What kind of 6-year-old worries about the cost of health insurance 20 years from now?
Today I was feeding the kids overprocessed frozen chicken things for lunch (because I am still queasy -- grumble grumble) and Alex was saying that his favorite was the chicken Kiev, with its fake butter filling. "My arteries are probably going to explode," he said, "but it tastes good."
The kid is 11 and he's worrying about his arteries? Where are they getting this stuff?
Next thing I know the 3yo will be telling me about his lumbago.
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