Tanner (matter-of-factly): "Mom...Dad...I need a card."
Jim (puzzled): "What kind of card?"
Tanner (casually serious): "You know, a credit card or a debit card."
Jim and I look at each other like...you've got to be kidding me.
Jim: "No way dude, not until your 21."
Tanner: "Ok." (pause) "I want to drive" (said giggling with his hands at 10 and 2 on an imaginary steering wheel)
Jim: "Not till your 16 buddy"
Tanner: "Ok. I want to cook."
Jim: "A couple years"
Tanner accepted the response and went on his merry way. What the heck? I don't think he's going to drop it there. That little dude is cooking up some sort of plan in his head. Either he's planning to wear us down or take matters into his own hands. Warning-warning-warning! Put a lock down on all wallets, car keys and kitchens :)
