Not mine, his.

After a few false starts my new online store launched today, and the excitement was, I guess, infectious. The T-Bot decided that he too needed a retail operation and disappeared into his room for ages. When he came out his eyes were shining with pride as he invited me to look.

“Mommy,” he said, “I know that stores don’t have junk all over the floor, because people could trip over it and hurt themselves.”

I was very impressed. His floor was clear of the usual Legos, Transformers, miscellaneous building projects and random bits of plastic. Then I saw the bed:

OK. So he has nowhere to sleep tonight, but at least he is well on the way to making his fortune. He is going to be one rich little boy with a store where every item costs $100.

Now, why didn’t *I* think of that?