I Promised Each of My Five Grandkids a $2 Million Inheritance – in the End, No One Got It

“Man, this is boring,” I heard more than once.

They’d stay their obligatory hour, sometimes less.

They’d make small talk, but not really listen to the answer.

I watched it all happen.

I took notes, actually.

I kept track of who brought what, who asked which questions, who seemed like they actually wanted to be there versus who was just putting in time.

It was by no means a perfect system for measuring affection, but it was the best I could do.

Three months passed like that.

Finally, I decided it was time to end the experiment and reveal the truth.

I called them all over for a meeting.

You should have seen their faces when they all showed up at my house that Saturday afternoon.

They gathered in my living room, sitting on the couch and chairs that George and I had picked out 40 years ago.

Nobody said much.

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