Middle Boy and I were in the family room talking about nothing in particular.

Out of the blue he said, "I just realized that I am really lucky and blessed."

I asked what made him think that.  He said it was because for the first time in his life he has nice things and I care about him and want him to be a better person.

I have NO IDEA what brought this on.

I told him I thought we were both blessed and that we should thank God for everything we have.