I am sitting by an adorable golden-haired child who is excitedly telling me all about the new theater room in her house. "We're getting a big t.v.," she tells me, her eyes wide, "a 47-inch one." She seems a bit befuddled and adds, "Right now we only have a 50-inch one so this is gonna be huge." She spreads her arms wide for emphasis.
I hope it's as huge as those blue eyes of hers.
But she got me to thinking. Numbers, numbers. That's what our world is about. How much money do you make? How much do you weigh? What did you get on your SAT? How fast is your computer? Your car? How expensive was your house?
Maybe numbers don't really matter as much as we allow.
Then the golden-haired child turns and asks, "I can never remember how old you are. Are you 46 or 64?"
Shut up, kid.
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Hahaha. I recall a certain brown-eyed child who thought that she made more money in change then the bills...because you had just one bill when you paid and then they gave you back lots of coins!
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