I promised the kids I would wake them up if we won the $550 million Powerball drawing last night. I know they were probably disappointed to see daylight this morning, but they did have fun going to the gas station last night in their PJs, where, knowing full well that our chances of winning were one in $175 million, I spent $14 in lottery tickets. Knowing full well my chances of getting the kids to bed early were one in a hundred, I then spent another $3.85 on M&Ms and two bananas.
“Why should we play?” Ryan wondered aloud. “What if we lose?” (Two questions that pretty much sum up my gambling philosophy.)
This is age six in our house. Every observation/idea raises a question, every question has a follow-up question before the first one is even answered. His brain and mouth move so fast. Somehow the winning/losing conversation made him think of the election. ”Maybe Obama will win the lottery,” he continued. ”Or maybe Romney should win the lottery since he can’t be the President.”
Then,”Mom, do you think Daddy could be President?”
Actually, I think its more likely that Daddy will be President of the United States than win Powerball.
“Then, we would all get the White House and we could be in the election.”
Those aren’t typos. That is what he said. That’s how it looks – the White House is a prize and the election is all a show.
So we aren’t mega-millionaires today, but at least we lived like ones last week on vacation at Atlantis, Paradise Island, in the Bahamas.
The marine habitats and aquariums stole the show day and night. The watersides were pretty captivating too especially the “Leap of Faith,” a vertical plunge through an enclosure in the shark tank, and the milder tube ride beside it.