This is how it works here at Casa de las Rocas Grandes: The Boy and The House Blond get paid for the chores they do. Or they don't (sometimes). But as a rule, we don't do allowances, we do payroll. Cash on the barrel head. It isn't a perfect system and it isn't administered perfectly, but it does approximate real life to some degree. Except that we pay better than Mickie Dees and we're a little more easy going.
So the boy does some cashflow projections and works out the cost of goods sold and figures he's better off to strike out on his own.....
Dad! I could make way more money selling sodas than I can working for *YOU*!
See, Gentle Readers, California's chief health nanny, Governor Schwarzzengroper decreed that California public schools may no longer sell sugary snacks or sodas. And, get this, your mother can't bring home-made goodies to school for bake sales or kid's classroom parties. That purveyor of nutrition, Little Debbie is legal. Grandma's homemade brownies? Ash canned. And you know what I really wanted to say.
Economics 101 dictates that prohibition always creates a black market, whether it be for bathtub gin, hootchwah, or Coca Cola. Into that void steps my entrepreneurial son, advertising by text message (pass this along to your friends) that he is the Man With The Can.
The project penciled nicely at seventy-five cents a can but was winner, winner, chicken dinner at a buck per. First day's sales were brisk and The Boy plowed his profits into more inventory. He didn't anticipate the market would put a premium on chilled drinks, but he covered that post haste (Dad told him this would be important). He's also broadened his inventory to include Root Beer and Dr Pepper as well.
This, my friends, is exactly why I don't fret about The Boy's future.
Despite his observance of the maxim that discretion is the better part of anything, TWC anticipates that the school will shut him down at some point. In the meantime, he's learned a valuable life lesson.
Good job, son. Daddy is proud.
And then I get a text message from The Boy*. His signature is: SNELL SODA, INC.
The Wine Commonsewer
*Jacob Michael Snell is The Boy's name.