The other day while we were cruising down the road, Sophi announced “Dad, I know what I want to be when I grow up”.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Rich”, she said.

“Why’s that?”, I asked.

“Because then I’ll be able to build a great big house and fill it with all the books I want, and not have to go to the library anymore”.

There are worse reasons to desire wealth.

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