As the dog and I walked him to school the other day, my eight year old son and I had the following conversation:
S.: "I have an idea for an internet venture for dogs. I'd call it ismell. The web site would describe a whole list of smells and you could chose the one you think your dog would like best and order a patch with that smell."
me: "That's a great idea! But the smells would have to be pretty disgusting."
S.: "The more disgusting, the more expensive."
me: "Old socks, rotting meat..."
S.: "Exactly. We could have a page listing all the newest smells and the home page would have a list of the top selling smells."
me: "That reminds me, Papa tells me that you were making a vending machine when you were supposed to be in bed last night."
S.: "Yeah. And it works, too. Except no one wants to buy my product."
me: "Why not?"
S.: "Because it costs a dollar and the product is a penny."
3 comments:
Is this the same child you paid to stop arguing about the Scooby-Doo movie?
this is the child who offered the money to his little brother.
Ah-ha! Claro!
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