All my kids love to play this fun game called What if. And they play it all day, every day. Imagining and dreaming about the possibilities the world has to offer. I suppose when I was young, naive, full of hope and utterly delusional, I used to do the same thing. Because I bought the above pictured book several years ago, spending my hard earned money back when I actually earned a paycheck to play the game of life by someone else's rules.
But that was before I was old, bitter, discouraged and distrustful. So, essentially, before I was a realist.
My kids know of my absolute hatred of this game, but they want to play it with me anyhow. Because again, they are young, naive and hopeful. Which in a way I'm envious of and in another way, I can't wait until they go out into the real world and realize what a shit show it is. And realize that they'll never be the President of the United States. Not even a chance. Mostly because they were born in Russia. Although, they could work to change that, but how exhausting would that be? Just thinking about it makes me tired.
...adulting wasn't constant what if-ing, maybe it would be fun again. But, I get to play the real life version of what-if every day. What if...I forget to pay the health insurance bill and then one of my kids takes the dogs out for a walk on a snowy day and the dogs, Clyde and Bonnie, chase the UPS truck down the middle of the street and my kid is skiing behind them, hits a speed bump and knocks out their teeth. The very teeth I've spent a fortune on and then the car behind my kid can't stop because of the ice on the road and runs over said kid's fingers. Then Clyde, because they kinda look like sausages, eats the detached fingers. Then we have to get them surgically removed from his stomach to get them reattached to my kid's hand. Then there's the dentures. Then, the stay over night in the ICU because of the concussion. Then because of the lack of insurance, the medical/vet bills and before you know it, we're homeless.
Seriously, what if?
While it sounds ridiculous, you know as an adult that you've heard crazier stories that were completely true. And that anything can happen at any moment. Like I could someday find that If... book that my oldest read and promptly lost. But I think we all know that that's highly unlikely. As is them stopping from playing the game anytime soon. And maybe that's a good thing.