Once we were rich.

I’d love to say we’ll make it to Israel this year.
I said.
But honestly, I think we’ll shoot for Canada.

Why?
he said, then quickly corrected himself.
Oh yeah, I know why…

…because we’re poor.

Seven-year old boy reclining on chair and debating how to best debate his father.

Umm...excuse me?
I said, shifting from multitasking to single focus mode.
We are the opposite of poor. We are actually very rich. And wealthy.

We are?
he said.
Oh yeah. But I don’t mean like, rich in love and all that. Is that what you mean?

Well...
I measured my words carefully, knowing they would be remembered verbatim for the next nine decades or so.
...we are not only rich with love, but wealthy with an abundance of fun experiences and memories and -

-Okay, okay, I get it,
he said impatiently.
But I mean poor with money. We’re definitely poor with money, right?

We are just fine!
I said.
We eat well, and have a home that’s sometimes warm, and we mostly pay our bills, and -

-I know!
he said.

But the reason that I know we’re probably poor is that we don’t have enough money to buy another house. I wish we could buy another house. In Israel.

Well,
I said.
You might be right on that one. But-

-and another reason we might be poor is that I bet we don’t have enough money to buy a Tesla car.

Well,
I said.
Those are pretty awesome cars. Good thing we’ve got some good wheels to get us around already, and-

-And another reason I’m positive we might be poor is that we haven’t bought a time machine.

Well,
I said.
As I’ve told you a billion times, those aren’t something you can BUY. I’m going to INVENT one someday when I’m less busy. Consider your life rich to own a dad who is planning on inventing a time machine! And also-