Trust me, the grass is not greener.

My teenage son needs a job. The other day he said, “It would be so much easier if I were just a few years older. Then I would not be competing with every other teenager in this town for so few jobs.”

Ah, sweet child. It will never be easier than it is right this minute. First of all, Mom and Dad are paying the bills. You have a warm bed and food in your belly. On the other hand, college grads are wondering how they will pay back student loans with the money they make waiting tables at Macaroni Grill.…