One of my kids got invited to play at a new friend’s house.

 
She said the friend had “something like ten bedrooms and I think she might live in a foster home or an orphanage or something like that.”

 
Okay.

 
As you can imagine, I rushed to drive her to the new friend’s part-time home. We talked about how important it was to support her and go to her parties. Imagine what life might be like for a foster child?

 
As it turns out, the new friend lives in a four bedroom house.

 
I guess in my kid’s world, anything bigger than three bedrooms defaults to being an orphanage.