Today I decided to bring a bunch of stuff to the local Goodwill. It’s nice to get rid of the piles! Plus, both Jack and I love to browse in their book section. It’s huge! Jack sits and reads while I comb through the aisles. We always leave with something.
I asked Jack to go select 10 toy cars to donate. He literally has a few hundred, matchbox sized and the larger pull-back kind. I didn’t think it would be a problem.
Jack: No thanks, I want to keep all of my cars.
me: But you just got some new ones from Grandma, plus you have tons in the basement. Pick out 10 and we’ll donate them to kids that don’t have any toys.
Jack: Mom, all kids have toys.
me: Some kids don’t have any toys at all.
Jack: Well, then their parents should buy them some.
me: (should I say it?) Some kids don’t have parents.
Jack: (stops short and looks at me) All kids have parents…otherwise how would they be born?
me: Yes, that’s true, but some parents (oh stop me here) die and then their kids don’t have parents anymore.
Jack: (wide eyed) But, but, what happens to them?
me: They either live with relatives or go to a foster home, which means they live with someone they don’t know.
Jack: Oh, then those people will buy them some toys. Whew.
me: (new tactic) Ummm, donating the toys you don’t play with also helps families that don’t make a lot of money and can’t afford to buy toys.
Jack: Then I guess we should give them money and not toy cars.
I ran out of answers. Can anyone say future lawyer???