MyThreeDaughters

Since Fontaine was one year old, people have told us that she’s precocious. Seems about right.
She had her first golf lesson on Sunday, then when we went out to hit some balls last night told her sister: “I can teach you how to hit it out to the first flag.”
This morning, before any of the others came downstairs, I was asking her about it, and she informed me she aims to be “as good as Tiger Woods.”
Really?
“Is he the best golfer in the whole world?” she asked.
Yes, I said. Most people think he’s the best golfer who’s ever played.
“Really?” she said.
Yes. He makes a lot of money playing golf.
“Does he have the most money of anyone in the whole world?”
No, he has a lot, but not that much.
“Then who has the most? In the whole world?”
A guy named Bill Gates.
“How did he get his money?”
Well, he invented a computer system that runs almost every computer.
“Does he have a big house?”
Yes, very big, I read. (I’m trying to make coffee at this moment.)
“Is it bigger than our house?”
Yes, it’s bigger than five of our houses put together. Or 15, or 20.
“Wow.”
So, being me, I see a chance for one of those positive lessons and decide to take a flyer on it. Kind of like when Phil Mickelson has a tough shot and goes for it.
And you know what? He’s decided to give almost all of his money away. He’s spending a lot of his money to give shots to people in Africa, so they don’t get sick and die.
“Why to Africa, why doesn’t he give it to people in a different state?”
Well, I don’t know, they need it the most.
“I bet he’s keeping some of his money,” she says, “so he’s still rich.”
That’s right, honey, I’m sure he is.
Hardly ever works for Phil Mickelson, either.