I just answered a phone call on the home phone, (no one calls the home phone)
“Hello, is Peter around?”
Says a GROWN man.
Me, “Uh…yeah. One moment please.”
Oh, heck no. Who is this grown man calling for my ten year-old on our home phone? I need to know more.
“May I ask why you are calling Peter.”
He replies with, “I am with &@/)(:#”
Me, “And who is that and what do you do and why are you calling for my son?”
Him, “Oh, son? How OLD is your son?!!!”
Him, “I am so sorry. I had no idea!”
Me, “What kind of company is this?!”
(You know you hear stories about kids and the Internet and holy crap…)
Him, “We’re an online company that helps people…”
Me, “With what? What website has he been on?!!!!”
Him, “He submitted a really great app idea and, HE IS TEN?!! I am shocked. Really. I will take his name out of our data base! I am so sorry. I had no idea.”
Me, “Wait! What was his idea?!”
For real? This guy is going to delete my genius child’s million dollar idea!
Him, “It’s an app for ——-. It’s a really great idea. I would encourage him continue to come up with more of these. He is quite the little entrepreneur. He filled out and entire application and submitted it with amazing detail. He is ten, really?”
This is what happens when you take the video game console cord. When the kids complained I told them if they don’t like it they should learn to write code.
“You could make your own video game.”
He is smart. He takes after his mom.