Yesterday before dinner the wife was in the fridge and found a container of food coloring knocked over. I commented about how we were going to replace everything once we got rid of the kids and so I didn't care about the stain. My daughter took offense, and I was in a playful mood, so I had some fun. I explained that we were in the process of looking for the highest bidder for the kids. This went as expected, so I then said a friend of ours was offering to trade a tractor for her and her brother. Looks to kill. Just getting warmed up I then asked my son if he'd trade his sister for a tractor. "No" was his quick response. I was a bit surprised so I asked if he'd trade her for two tractors. "No" was again his response. At this point pride was welling up within me to think my son wouldn't trade his sister for anything. But I just couldn't quit so I asked what he would trade his sister for. He thought for a moment, then responded "A tractor battery." Really? A $50 battery for the 12hp lawn tractor that has been sitting for a few years? Not a monster truck, not a million dollars, not the world's largest collection of Lego's--a simple battery? So much for my parenting skills!