So... remember the 11-year-old son who started the lemonade stand franchise?
yeah. him. My kid.
Recently we had friends visiting. I bought, because I'm a wild 'n' crazy kinda mom, a case of Orange Fanta (like crack for kids whose mom, in typical practice, does not purchase food stuffs with hydrogenated oils or food coloring) as a special treat.
While the group was outside, the 11-year-old and his female 11-year-old visiting friend (an angel on earth) volunteered to go inside, make sandwiches, and bring them out for the rest of the group. I should rephrase to state that, in actuality, the female 11-year-old (angel on earth) volunteered the both of 'em before my 11-year-old son could reasonably protest, much to his dismay.
I was delighted. A KID (well, kidS) going inside to fix MY lunch for ME and the rest of the crew. Surely pigs were flying somewhere.
An appropriate amount of time later, the two 11-year-olds emerged with the cooler in hand, complete with sandwiches for all and orange Fantas for the kids.
"Hey, cool..." the adults observed, "you guys get Orange Fantas, huh?"
"Yeah," the female 11-year-old (angel on earth) replied, "he made me pay him $1 for it."
After a healthy degree of horrified laughter, we learned that she had bargained her way down from $5.
I think he'll make a fine used car salesman someday.