Once upon a time there was a man who needed a golf cart. "Why, oh why, do we NEED a golf cart?" asked his wife over and over again.
"We just do," said the man. Over and over again.
Back and forth this conversation went, over and over again. Until one day the man called, no--texted, his wife at home and asked her to make room in the garage. "Why do I need to make room in the garage?" asked his wife.
"For our new golf cart, of course. It is being delivered this afternoon."
(I am leaving out the atrocious condition of said garage, the fact that the wife in question was in the midst of a playdate, and the not-so-nice words that were being muttered while the garage was being cleaned out!)
So out went things from the garage that truthfully needed to be gone several months (years) ago, and in came the golf cart.
Ever since, out have gone the children, day after day, hour after hour, over and over again. They LOVE the golf cart. I mean, REALLY love it!
"Ahh," said the wife, in her quiet house. "I guess we did need a golf cart."