Hey—It’s Toffer.
I’ve made some good money in my life. Had a few wins. Even bought a coffee machine that sounds like a jet engine taking off (very essential, very adult).
But the real flex?
Being there when my 6-year-old son took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his little sister take his toys.
Or when my 1-year-old daughter said “Thank you, papa” and clapped for herself like she just delivered a TED Talk.
I’ve sat front row to a four-minute dance number where my kid only moved his arms twice—but I was clapping like it was Hamilton.
I’ve wiped tears, high-fived invisible Pokémon, and watched two tiny humans discover the world one crumb, crayon, and “Papa, look!” at a time.
And I wasn’t “catching up” on life while it happened—I was already there.
Not because I had nothing better to do… but because there’s nothing better to do.
That’s my favorite kind of wealth.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m being summoned for the nightly Batman bedtime story—plot twist: Batman still doesn’t sleep.
Your Friend in (you-know-what),
Toffer