Yesterday at the pool, Peter stopped playing with his friend Colton and came running over to me and said, "Mommy! When I grow up I'm not going to have a job. I'm just going to make lots of money!"
"That's not how it works, sweetheart. You have to have a job to make money," I replied.
"No. I'm not going to EARN it. I'm going to MAKE it," he said as if he couldn't believe why I didn't understand what he was saying.
"Oh, sweetie, only the government can make money. If you try to do it you will get in trouble and get put in jail. It's called counterfeiting," I explained.
"Oh. I better go tell Colton." And he went back into the pool to hatch a new plan.
Only five years old and he's already trying to figure out ways to get out of work. Perhaps I should believe him when he tells me he is going to live in my house forever. I guess I better get plumbing installed in the basement...