Yesterday in the car, the Rascal and I had this little exchange:
Rascal: Mommy, when I grow up, can I borrow your wallet?
Me: Why do you want my wallet?
R: So I can have some money.
M: Well, you'll probably have your own wallet.
R: Where will I get money?
M: You'll probably have a job and earn money.
R: What will my job be?
M: What would you like it to be?
R: Well, I could go live with Gran and Grandad in Kingsland. And I could work at Duckwall's [kind of like a Five & Dime shop]. Yeah. If I can't find your wallet, I can get a job at Duckwall's.
Go get it, son. Save some beef jerky for me.