As much as I’m turning into my Mother, I’m also turning into my Dad. I worry about how much strawberries cost, and stress when we don’t eat all of the strawberries we buy, I worry about waste. But then in the same moment I drop more money on the nice seats on the plane for our vacation because I want us all to be comfortable, I want my kids to have what I didn’t have, but I want them to know that they have it. I want them to have so many strawberries but I want them to know how much each one costs. I dream I meet my financial advisor for lunch, she’s telling me how much money I need in each account and how my investments are doing. Before we start, she hands me a carton of strawberries, a bunch of bananas. Can you please cut these up for me? Rote, I get to work, slicing the strawberries into quarters, while she tells me how much money I have, and how much I’ll need, Forever.