E is for Entrepreneur

{It's time for Alphabe-Thursday again!}

This is my son, Stephen.

He's twelve and he's a MESS.

He's also an entrepreneur.

He has pinned this to the wall in his bedroom above his desk.

The caption reads "How to Get Rich Slowly"

He has decided to buy used instruments (i.e. trumpets, flutes, clarinets, etc.), revive them, and re-sell them for a profit.

Armed with birthday money, he found this violin on ebay and bought it for a good deal and no shipping.

Then he sold it. On ebay. He netted $40!

His next endeavor? Breeding Leopard Geckos and selling the babies. {hmmm}

Two weekends ago Stephen's cousin, Cole, spent the night. On Sunday, after church, we let the boys ride their bikes to the square in town and have lunch. They had been gone for about an hour when I got a phone call.

Stephen: "Mom, will you come pick us up?"

Me: "No! Ride your bikes home!"

Stephen: "Mom, I need you to come pick us up and come in Dad's truck."

Me: "Why can't you ride your bikes home?"

Stephen: "We went to the Mercantile. (an antique/thrift store in town) And...I bought a rocking chair."

Me: "What!?" - and a bunch of other motherly stuff along the lines of don't be buying stuff without me knowing...we don't have room...and finally, "What in the world are you going to do with a rocking chair?"

Stephen: "I'm going to sell it!"

So, I go pick up the rocking chair. I never get out of the truck. I am not happy. The boys load the chair and then try to load their bikes. I said, "No way, you're riding home!"

Like how I asserted my control over the situation?

Stephen: "Don't you want to know how much I paid for it?"

Me: silence

Stephen: "Only $10! I can sell it for more!"

Me: silence

I drive home and go inside, leaving the rocker in the truck.

He and Cole arrive home, unload the rocker and bring it into the living room. I see it for the first time.

I love it.

I promptly offer him $20.

"SOLD!", He exclaims.