From the Mouth of Em

Emery discussed his future business plans today while we waited in line at the Wendy's drive-thru.  I needed to share them.  (Emery is italicized and I am bold, for clarity.  Enjoy!)

"You know what would be better, Dad?  Faster food where they don't forget your toy all the time."

He paused for a second.  I could hear the wheels spinning in his head.

"I should just open my own restaurant, you know?"

"Yeah," I said, "What're you gonna call it?"

"Fancy, Fast."

"That's a pretty good name, says what people wanna hear."

"Oh no," he said, "It's not what they wanna hear, it's what they'll have.  I'll make my workers go through tough training.  And you know what happens if they're late three times?"

"What?"

"Gone.  Outta there.  You know what happens if they forget a toy or they mess up your food?"

"Fired?  After one time?"  I asked, "That's a little harsh."

"Pssh, not if you wanna work at 'Fancy, Fast.'  I have to be the best so McDonald's and Wendy's can't be around my restaurant."

"Aren't you my little capitalist?"

He was obviously confused.

"What?  Does that mean I'm gonna have the best restaurant?  Then yes, I'll be a capitless.  Will you come work for me, Dad?  I'll pay you twenty bucks, two times.  And you can have free lunch."

"Ha, ha, sure, buddy.  I'll work for you."

"Awesome!"  he became very serious before he said, 

"Don't be late."

Good night!