Kids these days…
So I think I’ve reached the age when I just don’t understand kids, and this worries me in the context of Bruce and I could really become parents any day now.
When I was 19-23, if somebody had come to me and said, “Look, I’ll pay you $500 to live in my house, drive my car, and make sure my dog doesn’t die for 2 weeks,” I would’ve felt like I’d won the lottery. Hell, $500 was almost two weeks salary for me until I turned 26.
We’ve now asked two kids, ages 19 and 22, and one of them a relative, to house/dogsit while we’re on vacation in a couple of weeks, and both turned us down, and not because they were going to be out of town for the holiday but just because earning $500 to live in our house and make sure Leo doesn’t die for 2 weeks is just too much responsibility.
My hand to God, even if I have a million dollars when baby comes, I will raise him or her thinking we’re paupers because I’m convinced that’s the only way to instill some character and a sense of responsibility in a kid.
