My Proto-libertarian Daughter
I was in the car with my six year old daughter, Tara, in the back seat. She was doing one of those word search puzzles.
She says to me, “Daddy, I found the word ‘tax’ in my word search. T-A-X.”
“Good,” I reply. I don’t think that was one of the words on the find list, but she found it anyway. “Do you know what a tax is?” I ask.
She thinks for a quick beat, then says, “It’s money you have to pay to keep your stuff.”
They catch on quick, don’t they?