Perspective

Oh for a child's perspective. My eight-year old announces to me (most of this based on Wilson house rules), "Daddy, I want to tell you about the five exciting years of childhood I have left! At age eight I got a BB gun. At age nine, I can get a pocket knife. At ten, an air-soft gun. When I am eleven, I get to learn how to drive the riding lawn mower. And when I turn twelve, I can get an ipod! I have still got four exciting years of childhood left!" Wow. That makes me feel good.