Last night, I realized I had a future car salesman or card maker on my hands. My son. I had to run to the fair to drop off my entries and when I got home, the Hubs suggested pizza or subs for dinner. I agreed. Bo climbed up on my lap and said he wanted chicken nuggets from McDonald’s. The conversation below occurred… (pay attention to the car versus cards verbiage. LOL).
Bo: I want chicken nuggets from McDonald’s.
Me: You do?
Bo: Yes.
Me: Do you have money to buy them?
Bo: No, but I can get a job.
Me: Where would you go work? Can you sell cars?
Bo: Yes. I can make cards.
Me: Cards? I said cars, buddy.
Bo: I know how to drive.
Me: You do?
Bo: Yes, I can sell cards.
Me: What do you know about cars? Do you know how to work on them?
Bo: Yes.
Me: Will you be able to get people to buy them?
Bo: No, I will just give them to the peoples.
Me: The cars? How will you make any money?
Bo: I don’t know mommy.
Me: I think you need to sell them.
Bo: I can drive. And make cards.
Me: You can drive?
Bo: Yes. I want chicken nuggets. I’ll drive.
Needless to say, Bo got his chicken nuggets, but I don’t think he is too keen on being a car salesman.
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Julia is the divorced mom of twins, a blogger, a sometimes crafter, crazy snailmailer, and a corporate bean counter. In her "spare" time, she scrapbooks, travels, makes cards, blogs, designs jewelry, searches for missing cleats and pom poms, enjoys good dark chocolate, and sneaks naps.