Rufus had a social studies project. He had to write an essay about a town of his own creation. It had to have a name, a natural resource, laws, consequences, and at least two stoplights. He worked on the project last night while I was making dinner. Bumpus had just come in from work...
Rufus: "Hey Mom, want to hear about my town?"
Fatty: "Sure! Tell me all about it."
R: "It's close to a river, so people can swim when it's hot outside. And it has natural resources...water, trees, fish, and a small amount of gold."
F: "Gold? Where did you strike gold?"
R: "Well, it was in the ground but then we dug it all up."
F: "Where is it now?"
R: "In your bank account so you can buy me more Ramen noodles."
F: "Very good. Go ahead."
R: "Well, my town has jobs, too."
F: "Okay."
R: "You can either work as a waiter at the hotel restaurant serving breakfast (is he picturing the free waffles they serve at HoJo?), you can work in a car shop, or you can be a university professor."
F: "I'd go with the car shop. It pays more."
R: "And my town has laws...there's no murdering, stealing, or speeding."
F: "Okay."
R: "I almost made a law against getting drunk, but then you couldn't live there."
Bumpus busts out laughing. Rufus immediately turns to him and replies, "What's so funny? You drink more than she does."
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