Where Does It End?

My wife, Donna, told me that my son, Bo, who was six years old, had been hit by another boy and had come home crying.

It was time for “The Talk.”

Bo, 6, waiting for the school bus.
Bo, 6, waiting for the school bus.

“Bo,” I said, “when some boy hits you, you have to hit him back.”

And he said, “And then they’ll hit me again.”

“Probably,” I said.

“And then I’ll hit them again.”

“Absolutely!”

“And then they’ll hit me.”

And I said, “Well, yea, they might. Probably.”

“That could go on forever,” Bo said.

Postscript: I found out later that the boy I had urged my six-year-old son to slug it out with was several years older.

BONUSThis is not a real story, but it’s a fun story.  An old friend, Pat Stumpf, sent it to me:

Tom was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the family business. He knew he would inherit a fortune when his sickly father died and he decided he needed to do two things to prepare for that day:

Learn how to invest his inheritance

And find a wife to share his fortune.

One evening, at an investment seminar, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her beauty took his breath away.

“I may look like just an ordinary man,” he said to her, “but in just a few years my father will die and I’ll inherit $20 million dollars.”

Impressed, the woman asked for his business card.  Two weeks later, she became his stepmother.

Women are so much better at estate planning than men.

Coming Monday: The Senator’s Proof