Caleb made his birthday wish list over the weekend. The third item on the list was $100. He paused. “No one’s going to give me a hundred dollars,” he said to himself. He crossed it out and wrote “nine dollars.”
Later, I took the list upstairs to email it to our relatives. He’d crossed out “nine dollars” and substituted it with “money.”
Because, really, who is he to restrict the generosity of his loved ones?