The other day, I asked Elder about his plans for his birthday, reminding him that I needed some notice before he invited a bunch of friends to our house.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, grinning at me. “Let’s rent a bounce house.”
He’s over six feet tall.
Not to mention, days from being nineteen.
He’s a young man. His friends are young men.
And he wants to rent a bounce house.
But, I’ll tell you, I’m actually considering it.
Because those pictures would be worth more than gold.
And everyone needs a retirement plan.