Jackson, our eight-year-old, came into our bedroom this morning. I am still half asleep, and the following conversation ensues:
J: Hey, what can I do to earn (nice that he didn't just ask for it!) $19.95?
Me: What do you need $19.95 for?
J: I want to buy gold.
J: I saw it on TV and I want to get rich. They have these bars (shows us the dimensions with his hands) and coins. And they have these cool buffaloes on one side and Indians on the other. I really think we need to buy some.
J: Yes, the bald man with the brown mustache said they are going fast but we can buy four or five. We really need to buy some. Isn't that a good idea?
J walks out of the room and closes the door.
I am going to murder G. Gordon Liddy.