Under My Roof

On the way to school the other day…

Julianna (she’s 9): Dadda, when I get older I’ll buy a house.

Me: Hope so.

J: But I want to buy the house that we live in now.

Me: You lost me. You want to buy OUR house?

J: Yeah. But I’ll let you live there.

Me: You mean, you’ll let me live in our house. The house that I bought? The one I paid for? You’ll let me live there?

J: Yes. Because you’ll be old. Like 60. And if something falls on the floor, you can’t pick it up. Because you’re old. And in a wheelchair.

Me: Wait. What?

(It’s way too hard to make this stuff up.)

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