Everybody I know tells their kid money doesn’t buy happiness. That the important things in life – the things that make or break a person’s joy – are annoyingly intangible to people who measure their cool factor in back to school clothes and technology.

But we’ll all keep saying it. And one day it’ll sink in for real.

“Dear Holden,

We are rich. With happiness. No, I know that’s not what you meant when you looked at the new house two doors down from us and said you wish we had THAT house. Duh, I mean look at it. It’s like three or four stories with a three-car garage, practically has turrets, and it’s MASSIVE. Its bonus rooms have bonus rooms.”

To my son who wants a bigger house: Baby Sideburns