Am I a Rich Dad or a Poor Dad?

I watched my daughter walk through their house, in awe.

“Daddy, she has TWO rooms! Daddy, this room has a trampoline in it!”

Here’s the trampoline we’re talking about. I don’t think the kid, staring into your soul, comes with it. I would have guessed they were closer to $150, but we just wouldn’t have the space for something like this inside our house.

I avoided eye contact with Dave, a best friend of mine since high school. I had just realized for the first time that:

Some day, Daughter_01 will think that we are poor.

Some day, she’ll think that people like Dave are rich, and maybe she’ll even feel some shame about our “plight.”

For now, she’s 3.5, and she couldn’t care less. Still, what about when she’s older?

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