Thirty seconds after I got home today, I had the following conversation with my six-year-old.
X: So Daddy, I have a new plan. Want to hear it?
X: You know those granite rocks I found at the beach? I’m going to make stuff out of them. And sell it for $60.
Me: Wow. You’re going high-end, are you? Why $60?
X: I want to buy the Battle for Geonosis [a Lego set], and that costs $40. It would just be nice to have $20 left over.
Me: Yeah, it is nice when that happens.
X: I figure I need a job. I’m not getting money fast enough. All I have is about $15.
Me: Well, you’re six. You don’t need that much money.
X: Sure I do. So every week I’m going to collect more rocks, and on Mondays I’ll take them to my friend Josh and he’ll make them into stuff for me.
Me: Your friend Josh? You mean your Uncle Josh?
X: Yeah, Uncle Josh. He has lots of tools in his garage. He can make things for me.
Me: So now Uncle Josh is going to make things, and you’re going to sell them and get all the money? That’s quite the plan.
X: Not all the money, Daddy. I’m going to pay him. Probably I’ll pay him $7, because that’s only 700 cents and I can afford that.
Me: Oh. Glad to see you’ve got this all worked out.
X: So anyway, now that I have a job I need a cellphone.
X: People need cellphones for their jobs. You have a Blackberry for your work. So I need a phone.
Me: I’m not ready for this conversation. I need a few more years before you start asking me for a phone.