A great thing about working with folks with young kids is the entertainment value.
Judi Barnett posted about the challenges of showing homes to folks with kids. Those challenges are very real.
But in our comments, none of us touched on the rewards and the joys.
Like:
The kids who started crying when they realized that Mom and Dad were taking the biggest bedroom. Again! Why do they always get the biggest room? The explanation sequence was hilarious. Kids weren't buying it.
When I go to the clients' home and the kids boil down the stairs to swap High Fives or give me the rock.
When the 3 year old and the 1.5 year old pop out of the car hollering, "Mr. Mike! Mr. Mike!"
When the 2 year old walks through the house, saying, "Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike," in that sing-song that only a 2 year old can do.
I'm sold. Deal closed.
We're married for 34 years with no kids; Sweetie says she has to finish raising me first. I tell parents, "I don't have kids. The stuff that drives you nuts is vastly entertaining to me." And I think my heartstrings trail low enough that the smallest toddler can grab them, as they seem to do regularly.
Sure, I'll put the kid through college. With a BMW and a year abroad. Would Harvard do?
And an afterthought:
"Oh, how do you like the house?"
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