Winning the Lottery
When I took the kids grocery shopping the other Saturday, they noticed the little plastic desk holding the lottery forms and asked about it.
“Well,” I said. “It’s called a lottery. It’s like a contest. Everyone picks a bunch of numbers and whoever picks the right ones gets millions of dollars.”
“So?” My five year old asked.
“Millions of dollars,” I explained, “would change our life. We’d be able to do a lot more to help other people, and I wouldn’t have to spend nearly as much time working.”
They liked that idea, so we filled out a couple lottery tickets and bought them.
We checked the numbers the next morning to see if we won. We didn’t.
“It’s okay Daddy,” my five-year old said. He patted my hand. “Our life is pretty good the way it is.”