A
conversation on our way to buy a rake. The rake has nothing to do
with it–but I thought you might be as relieved as my neighbors to know
I now own one.

Boy Wonder: Ooh… Mom… that coffee stand is called “Kick Ass Coffee.”
Me: Yes, sadly, it is. However, I would appreciate you not using that expression.
Boy Wonder: Hey, I was just wondering why anyone would name their
business that–there are 7 year olds who can read, you know! . . . And
it’s not even appropriate for me, and I’m Nine!
Me: You’re Nine? Oh, I thought you were 40.
Boy Wonder: No, if I was 40 I could set my own bed time and I could self-monitor how much candy I eat in a day.


ha haa haa haa haa. The boy is an optimist.