Yesterday, my friend Pogo and I took the boys Letterboxing. Yeah, I know, but it was an easy quest. Only .4 miles and there were four boxes. We managed to find all four and everyone survived. Phew!
This morning, BN gave me a five dollar bill and asked if I could get in touch with Pogo. He said Pete sold her son a car for $5. I asked Pete about it and he said C wanted to buy the car. I asked which car he bought and Pete said, “Oh, he doesn’t have it yet. He can pick one out when he comes over next time.” (gah) I called Pogo this afternoon to let her know we’d be mailing it back since I probably won’t see her for a week or two and she and I had a good laugh over it. Her son let out a big sigh the night before and said, “I don’t think I should have made that deal.” That’s how Pogo found out that C paid $5 to get a chance to play with the Pixter during the van ride home.
Wait a minute, I thought it was for a car. Children have a way of omitting important details, so Pogo grilled C while I was on the phone and he said it was for Pixter time and a car.
Then it was my turn. Here’s the scoop from Pete. C offered Pete $1 to let him play with the Pixter. Pete gave C the Pixter. When we got to Pogo’s house, the boys went inside before coming outside to play in the yard and when they got to C’s room, he didn’t have any dollars, only a five. So Pete, being a fast thinker, said C could just give him $5 and then Pete would give C a car to make up the rest.
Pogo and I laughed and made really inappropriate jokes about the whole thing, especially with regard to the apology letter that Pete is to write and send with the $5 to C. I told Pogo I was not really sure what to have him write.
Dear C,
I am sorry I swindled you.
Your Friend,
Pete
??? lol
We decided on:
Dear C,
Maybe we didn’t make such a good deal. I am returning your money to you.
Your Friend,
Pete
Pogo insisted on no sorrys since it was a deal between the two of them. I still feel like a sorry should slip in there somewhere. We’ll see.
Oh and the kicker is that on the way home, Pete asked me how a kid could become a millionaire. Little did I know he was well on his way.
~R
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That is pretty funny. I think it is also pretty normal. When our kids were your kids age, they got it in their head that if we only could sue someone, we would have a nice home. I think it was around the time of the hot coffee incident in the states. Always going for the big bucks. I must say though, my older kids have more money than I do, so something worked.