One of the things I enjoy about my kids is the somewhat unusual sense of humor we all share. I'm going to let you have a peek, but first some backstory.  Last summer my son's family joined us at our cottage for several days. Son-meister brought his bike and did some riding -- at least until he encountered a bear cub with its mother. Although a mild-mannered minister, he realized that it was very likely that Mama Bear wouldn't realize this and would consider him a threat, to the detriment of his health (and his bike). Thankfully, after staring carefully at one another for a time, everyone decided to go peacefully home. General thanksgiving and discussion of bear-encounter strategies were one of the dinner table topics that evening.

So, when I came across this article, I sent it to my son via Facebook:




I'm waiting for his response.

My son is so amusing.

My daughter and her husband are looking for a townhouse -- their first home purchase. She updated her Facebook status thus: "Now we have two favorites. What to do . . . "

Her brother responded thus:

First comment

"what to do.". Obviously YOU have never bought a house before. The answer is like so totally obvious, at least to anyone with a strong base of Southern California real estate experience like me. [Ed. note:Hah. He lived in a rented apartment in the high desert for 4 years.]

Buy both of them.

Then live in one, rent the other out for $300 less than the payment, buy a convertible to travel between the two of them, live the high life for six months, and file bankruptcy.

I can't believe I had to spell it out for you. Duh.

Second comment, posted immediately thereafter:

In seriousness, we are praying God will grant you wisdom on your choice.

I love my kids.