From the boy who brought you chillaxin' as the description of what he's doing with his feet dangling off the arm of the chair, Sports Center on the TV and MacBook propped in his lap...
Harshing my mellow
This morning, he was busily clicking on the laptop keys working on whatever it is that he works on that has nothing to do with school. He mentioned how if he had a Blackberry, he could work on this stuff at school and potentially win $50. Or better yet, he could just stay home from school. Or better even than that, he could stay home EVERY day and make $50 EVERY day.
I started encouraging him to do the math of subsisting on $50 per day. Five days a week. 52 weeks a year. $15,000...
Son: $15,000...that's pretty good.
Mom: What kind of car do you want to drive?
Son: A Lamborghini
Mom: OK, that's a payment of about $1,000 per month. Where do you want to live?
Son: Hawaii
Mom: You can probably get a 1 bedroom apartment in a cheap neighborhood for $1,500 per month. Are you going to want to eat?
Son: Mom [for full impact, enunciate with the appropriate 3-syllables], you're harshing my mellow!
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