By Christopher Munroe
For his ninth birthday, I bought him a drum kit.
When he opened the box his face lit up. I knew I’d chosen correctly.
As I set it up for him, I explained how much practice it’d take to learn to play really well.
He assured me he was willing to put in the effort.
When my coworkers heard I’d bought such a gift for a child, they thought I was insane. They said I’d never sleep again!
I wasn’t concerned.
He wasn’t my child, after all. He was yours.
So, tell me: Was stealing my parking space worth it?