For children, today and tonight are almost unbearably exciting. By tomorrow night, they’ll be crying and cranky, inflicting their sugar-overdose on the exhausted adults around them.
The only child who will be in my immediate orbit tomorrow morning is two years old. When he arrived at his grandmother’s house last night, he was introduced to his new toddler-sized red table with two little chairs. I’m told he promptly sat down, had his Legos brought to him and apparently there he will stay throughout the festivities, fully satisfied and quite unaware that more might be coming. I guess tomorrow we’ll have to place any further gifts right on Aidan’s table or he’ll not entertain accepting them. And even so, they’re unlikely to compete with the sheer joy of his own table.
You can have wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, or democracy. But you cannot have both.
