little kid lost another job. At breakfast yesterday he blurted out "Dee art museum is stupid."
Big Kid said, "You aren't allowed to say stupid since you're a baby, and you can't say my art museum is stupid!"
"Yeah little kid, you can't say your job is stupid in front of your boss or they might fire you," I explained. "You can't say stupid at all because you aren't allowed, actually."
"You're fired!" Big Kid yelled out in a Trump-like fashion. little kid looked sad.
"Big Kid, maybe you could just write him up or send him home without pay for the day. Firing him is a little extreme, I don't think he meant it."
"But mom, 'member when I worked by myself?"
"I miss workin' by myself."
"I know what you mean. Well, it's your art museum. You're the boss."
"little kid, you are fired. You can't be callin' your job or my art museum stupid."
After we dropped Big Kid off at school, I asked little kid what he was planning on doing about a new job.
"Why? I don't gots to get a job. Maybe no job. Or maybe I'll make a art museum."
"Oh! Two art museums in one house? A little competition for bubby since he fired you? Are you going to start making some art?"
"No, I'm gonna take his arts when he's at school and moves it all to my museum."
"Um...so you're going to steal his art? That's not cool."
"It's my new wook."
"No. That's not going to happen. How about you start a security company and you could offer to guard Big Kid's art museum from bad guys? You would work for yourself, but you could still work together. You've already got a badge and a flashlight!"
"Yeah and I'll steal his art while he's sleepin'!"
So it looks like little kid is venturing into a career of art theft at the tender age of 3. He's had 2 bosses die of mysterious circumstances and there's about to be an art heist at the museum he was just fired from. I see big things in this kid's future.