Stuck On the First Lane of Life

Five-year-old complains

Image by Markus Distelrath from Pixabay

“I wish I were on a second lane,” my youngest said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I’m five years old,” he showed me his five fingers. “When I’m six, I gonna need one more finger and I’ll move to my second hand.”

He thought a little, then sighed: “I’m so tired that my whole life fits in one hand.”