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 wants to live in a world where Hogwarts is real, dark chocolate is packaged with good books, and houses clean themselves. Until then, she is the divorced mom of twins, blogger, sometimes crafter, traveler, napper, cooker, snail mailer, geocacher, and corporate bean counter.