Not long ago we were sitting around the dinner table having one of our ever rarer family discussions. Q had just gotten back from a trip organized by a church group. She had been up to my hometown, Moorhead. “I saw the cutest nursing home. That’s were I want to put you guys when you get old. It’s so nice.”
L chimes in with her opinions about the aging. “I think they should all be euthenized. They’re not contributing anything and they have no quality of life. They’re just a burden to the economy.” It gave me a warm feeling inside to know I’ve given my children a good moral compass to navigate through life. And that if I ever get to the drooling stage, I’m going to have to watch my back.