PATRICK'S HOT DOG STAND

 


I'm a typical grandmother who thinks her grandchildren are the smartest, cutest, and most adorable children ever walking this earth. My seven-year-old grandson, Patrick, spent the night with me this past weekend. I enjoyed every minute of our one-on-one time together. He simply astounds me. It wasn't that long ago that we worried about his delayed speech. Now, he won't stop talking from the moment he awakens to the moment he finally settles to sleep. If you're around him very long, you realize his mind is packed with ideas and thoughts spewing from his mouth like lightning. Sometimes, it takes work to keep up! The following is a typical interaction:
P: “I’m opening a hot dog stand in South Austin. My office will be in the treehouse I’m having built. I’ll be the boss, but I’ll need a ‘Counseling Manager’ to take my place when I run an errand.”
Me: “Do I get a free hot dog?”
P: “No”
Me: “Do you know how to give change?”
P: “No, but they’ll have to give me the correct amount.”
Me: “What if they only have a $20 bill?”
P: “Then, that’s what the hot dog will cost them.”
Me: “What if they only have a dollar, and the hot dog costs $2?”
P: “The hot dog will only cost a dollar.”
Me: “Have you determined your costs versus the price you’ll charge for the hot dog?”
P: “The hot dog will cost a dollar.”
P: “I pray to God every morning that I’ll go to heaven.”
Me: “What about the people you love?”
P: “Oh, I’ll see them when I get there.”
(Patrick, I’ll see you in ‘the sweet by and by.')



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