taco comes running up to me:
"mom, harry said he'd give me a whole dollar if i cleaned his room"
me: "oh really? a whole dollar huh? that sounds pretty good, if it wasn't so messy."
harry is sitting on the toilet reading a book, "taco, don't tell mom!"
taco: "oh...., uh....., never mind"
i don't know which is worse; that i have an enterprising son that will pay his brother money to do his chores, or the money-loving son who will do manual labor for money? either way, i think my kids are headed for greatness. maybe.