In Chasing Lilly, our foster daughter, Lilly, innocently told us not to sell the house, because she wanted to live in it after we died.
Well, I had a recent conversation with Travis, my mathematical seven-year-old grandson.
He said, “If you come to see me when I’m 37, I’ll be putting on our new roof.”
“Yes, our new roof is going to last for thirty years. Then I’ll be 37, and I can help put on the new one.”
“Okay, I’ll come watch you do it,” I said with enthusiasm.
Then he said, “And when I’m that old, if you’re not, like dead or anything, I’ll come live with you, too.”
So, Lilly wants the house after we die, and Travis wants to live with us when he’s 37 –if we aren’t like . . .dead.
Bruce and I and our house seem rather popular. 😯 -Nealie