Rockstar: Daddy. Come help me look for ants. Get up, old man.
Kings: Did you just call me “old man”?!
Rockstar: Hee yeah. You keep lying down.
Me: So tomorrow’s Monday, Daddy’s going to work. Do you know what Daddy’s job is?
Rockstar: Policeman? <grins>
Me: Yeah you wish. Try again.
Rockstar: Daddy works in a bank.
Me: Do you know what Daddy does in the bank?
Rockstar: He gives people money.
Me: Where does he get the money to give people?
Rockstar: He gets the money from other people.
Me: You think your father is Robin Hood isit? He has to make money, how does he make the money?
Rockstar: He buys money from some people and sells it to (other) people.
(Ok, at some point I will have to explain derivatives to Rockstar… As a matter of principle haha)
Me: Well, that’s one way he can make money at his job I guess…
Rockstar: Policeman is cooler.
Me: Umm… He might not make a good policeman, he might make a better bank guy… So if he does better he would make more money as a bank guy. We need money for stuff like school and a home and Lego.
Me: Okay what?
Rockstar: He can work in a bank. We need Lego.
Rockstar: <conversationally> Under Daddy’s desk….. Is a boogie! Hee.
Me: Does he know?
Me: Are you going to tell him?
Rockstar: <shrugs> O-Kay.
Coming in from annoyed grossed-out sounds made by Kings outside…
Rockstar: There’s a boogie on JD….