In the Business of Making Fun Stories

I heard the front door open with a squeak then pulled to a close.

I looked questioningly around the room and went to the front window.  Outside I saw Declan beginning his walk down our driveway.

I opened the door and called, “Declan, where are you going?”

“The Boss wants me to sell this,” he replied, lifting up a container of freshly made slime and continued, “So, I am going to go sell this.”

‘The Boss’ was the title Catelyn gave herself.  While deep in pretend play, the two decided to start a business.  A slime making business.  Since Catelyn had way more experience in the process of making slime, she became ‘The Boss.’  Declan easily acquiesced and dutifully referred to her by her given title.

He also willingly took on the duties of the lesser role.  The one who got ‘The Boss’ her drinks, her snacks and also it appeared, door to door sales.

“Declan, you can’t take that slime door to door and try to sell it to our neighbors.  Anyone with kids already HAS a ton of slime.  And adults probably don’t want it.”

“Yes, they DO!”

I sighed.  “How much are you selling the tub for?”

“The Boss said three dollars.”

I looked around the neighborhood trying to come up with a plan.

“Declan, look!  There is nobody home right now!”  I pointed to each of the houses with empty driveways and told him where each family was.

Realizing I was right, Declan slouched and came back up the drive.

“Uggh,” he moaned, “I got to sell the slime.”

We both walked back into the house.  Declan returned downstairs to meet ‘The Boss’ in ‘The Office’ while I continued my daily chores.

About twenty minutes later I heard the front door squeak open and pulled closed. I looked out to see Declan continuing his journey down the drive.  In one hand was his container of slime, in his other a piece of paper.  I look around the street and saw no neighbors had returned home.

I pulled open the upstairs window and shouted, “Declan, wait.  What are you doing?”

“I’m going to put my slime at Jordan’s front door and leave my note.  Then when she gets home, I will have sold the slime.”

“Hold on, I am coming down.”

I got down the stairs and outside to meet Declan on the driveway.  I read the note in his hand and chuckled.

Before I could think of a way to talk to Declan about business ethics, I smiled, realizing I had one of those stories I am going to love to tell the office duo for years to come.

The note Declan prepared to leave at a neighbors house with a container of slime:

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