Kids are amazing.

They are satisfied with the simplest things.

I had a whole day of activities planned for Amani and me.  We were going to see the animals and exhibits at the Fernbank Science Center, then go to Barnes and NOble to play with the trains, hit the park for a bit, then do the Stuidoplex Art Walk.  Instead, he just wanted to play football and soccer in the front yard, jump and play in the fallen leaves, play with sticks, and pretend to drive the car.  He had absolutely no interest in actually leaving our driveway.  And he ahd a ball.

What happens to us?  What age is it when nothing is ever enough?  When we're no longer able to appreciate the simplest things in life?  Where does that joy go?