On the walk home from school my kid collected a couple remaining fall dandelions with the intent on somehow manufacturing honey in our bathroom. Far be it for me to deny him this creative yet hopeless attempt. As we entered the front doors of our apartment building we were greeted by a familiar face(fred the super intendant). This is where Zach proceeded to alert Fred to the fact that he'd better have some money with him cause he was going be making honey and he'll be selling it to him later for $5. I once told him he has the family salesman gene in him and he could sell ice cubes to Eskimos with a smile. I don't think he quite understood my metaphor.
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