The other day I was reading a story titled “Greedy Forester” to my son and he wanted to know what “greedy” means. Fair enough.
Me: See, you are greedy about toys; despite having many toys, you want more and more of them. This is greediness. Do you understand?
Son: Yes.
Me: So, can you tell me what is mom greedy about?
I held my breath eager to hear what he would say. I was curious both to know whether he got the meaning right and also to listen to his perception about me.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he said “Books”.
He hit the bull’s eye at one shot. Needless to say, I was delighted. Not only for the obvious reason but also because he didn’t notice or is unaware of my other, less noble, objects of greediness (And surely “money” is not one of them). 
