As I was cleaning out my purse last week, Ben stood next to me and looked intently at its contents.
"I can't wait until I have a credit card."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. When I'm a man."
"And what would you buy with your credit card?"
"Well, of course. But what man things?"
"Guns and swords."
Yesterday it was unbearably hot and muggy, but our basement stays nice and cool. I allowed the boys to play Wii for the majority of the morning. At one point, Ben marched upstairs with purpose.
"Mom? We need more Wii games. I'll need your laptop." A yell came from the depths of the house. "Oh yeah. And your credit card."
"No. Absolutely not." Best to nip these thoughts in the bud. Ben's shoulders fell and he wandered defeated back into the basement. A few seconds later, I heard him shout the following to Caleb:
"Yes I was! I was VERY CUTE!"
I'm hiding my purse.