[Pssst. For the very, very, very smart folks out there, there's an eeeeeeeensy little hint as to N's actual name in here. In case you hadn't picked up on it the umpteen times I've slipped and typed it all the way out when I post, I mean.]
On the way home from Hebrew School, after dropping Em off at soccer practice, N and I noticed that the newly built store at the bottom of our block is soon going to be opening for business.
N: The next store they build should be the N Store.
Me: What would the N Store sell?
I laugh, loud and hard. N waits for me to finish, patiently.
N: And guns. Real guns and pretend guns. And bubble gum. And bubbles.
I can't wait to see what the bank officer says when he or she takes at look at THAT small-business loan application.
[Hey, check it out! Three days in a row! Am I actually, for real, going to do NaBloPoMo this year? Only time will tell, I guess. I didn't sign up...but maybe that will be the not-impetus I need to actually do this thing!]