Therapy bills

Today Eric and I met with our financial advisor to tweak, if you will, our investments. The good news is: our kids have college funds... the bad news is: at the rate we are going we will be able to pay for about one semester, a text book, and a new pair of shoes for each kid...stupid inflation! Eric and I aren't really banking on social security when we are old(er), and the military pension may or may not happen- so we have to have something saved for retirement. Subtract the quaint cabin in Michigan, Ava's wedding fund, and the emergency "Eli took apart the toilet" stash, and we have very little left for the therapy fund. Today Eli has decided that a pair of old pantyhose is a far more entertaining toy that little cars or soccer balls. Yesterday he donned Mommy's BDU cap and lovely "mommy purse" to go "Bye bye a wok" (bye bye to work)- poor kid. Ava loves to make up stories about a philanthropic T-Rex named "Guinness" who saves little girls from bad dinosaurs. If we are busy- she tells the stories to Eli, her dolls, the furniture...whoever will listen. She prefers to listen to Elton John or Weird Al Yankovic rather than "normal" kid music. Both kids like to eat cereal off the floor, and peanut butter is like top shelf caviar in our house. Please, someone...tell me this is normal...(otherwise the IRAs are going to have to share a lot more nicely with the "therapy fund")