“Wow! I’m only a hundred dollars from reaching my goal!” Boy Wonder said when I handed him his earnings from the weekend’s yard sale.
“Oh yeah? Whatcha’ got in mind?” I asked.
“Promise you won’t be mad?”
Now, I’m thinking, what could this child possibly want to buy with that kind of money? I’ve seen his bedroom, trust me when I tell you he wants for little. What, a case of surgery bubble gum? More legos? Perhaps weapons. Oh yeah, he wants weapons.
“Yeah, I promise, ” I lie. I get set to launch into my “anti-violence” speech that includes phrases like, “I KNEW I shouldn’t have let you see that stupid Star Wars movie.”
“Well,” he says with that sly grin he owns so well, “I want to buy you that red Kitchen Aid you want.”
Boy Wonder Needs a Haircut
