One morning I stood at the sink washing the dishes. I overheard Olivia, making a paper folding fortune game for Everett.
She asked him, “what fortune do you want here?”
So Everett answered without hesitation: “I grow up, get married in the temple, and have lots of kids.”
“Mmmm . . . that’s too long, how ’bout – ‘you live in a mansion'” she recommended as she proceeded to write the fortune in crayon.
“Okay” Olivia encouraged again, “what do you want for your next fortune.”
This time Everett pared it down: “I have lots of kids.”
“Mmmm. . . ” Olivia hesitated, still not convinced, “how ’bout you live in a house.”