The Boy and I rarely disagree – and when we do it’s often because we’re slogging through the dog days of debt freedom.
One thing I didn’t mention about that little spat of unhappiness the other week was how our disagreement ended.
The Boy was frustrated, I was frustrated that he was frustrated, he was frustrated that I was frustrated and that frustration had boiled over into a spat.
And that’s when he said:
And that’s when the spat ended. Because I knew that there was one thing, just one thing that I really wanted – more than anything that money could buy.