There’s something that’s been going on at my house that I’ve been hesitant to write about. I find it . . . hmmmmm . . . disturbing. There’s really no other word for it.
Sure, my son may only be drinking from a toilet now, but someday he plans to own the world.
Over the last few weeks, my son has expressed an interest in, how shall I say this, pretty much owning the world. He wants to own property. A LOT of property. It’s kind of like living with Donald Trump.
Basically my son wants to:
- Buy property
- Develop property
- Sell said bought and developed property
I have no idea where this new career interest is coming from. But if you’ve kept up with the blog I’m sure you’re a bit concerned, what with his working on the new energy source for time travel and his work on Giant Evil Robots (my words, not his).
Now, I know what you’re thinking, but I assure you that’s not the case. I don’t let him watch any of those house flipping shows, any shows that feature Mr. Trump, or any shows on TLC, including and especially “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.”
Every time he talks about it, I’m reminded of that scene from Charlie Brown Christmas. You know the one, where Charlie asks Lucy what she wants. And her reply: Real Estate.
It is, as I said, a bit disturbing. There was some talk of buying some land about 34 miles from the nearest living person, but I was able to talk him out of it . . . this time.
I have no idea where all this is going. Or even what his next career interest will be. But in the meantime, I’m just trying to make sure he doesn’t put a For Sale sign in our front yard.
He seems so normal, but deep down he’s plotting selling my house . . . and yours!
Holding together the jello 