Making Pudding

Memorial Day and Jess and I are making pudding.

He casually informs me that he thinks he'll probably be a millionaire.

"Why do you want to be a millionaire?" I ask
"So I can have a hot tub." he says
"You could just buy one"
"And a pool. I just like anything in water."
"You could just buy one without being a millionaire."
"I already have $1000 in the bank, so when I"m 18 it will probably be like a million dollars."
"That's like 1000 a hundred thousand times you know."
"Yeah, I'm just pretty sure I"m going to be a millionaire."
"Well, what are you going to do to make all that money?"
"I do NOT want to be the president, he just has to work all the time.I mean, I'll go to my job."
"Ahhh, so what do you think your job will be?"
"Probably a rock band."
"So you're going to be a rock star?"
Shrugs "Yeah, probly"
"Mmmm"
" I probably will be in MGMT"
" You think they'll still be a band when you're big?"
"Yeah, probably. Or I'll just be in a band and say to them, 'Hey, let's play some MGMT' and they'll be like, 'Ok'."
"Huh. What are you going to play in the band?"
"Piano I guess. I play that better than anyone."
"What are we going to put the pudding in?"
"A bowl, I guess, is it done?"
"Yeah. Oh, I know, how about those blue ones?"
"Those are Scott's"
"Yeah, but that's ok."
"How would you like it if YOUR mother was dead and these were really special and someone just used them?"
"Ok, go check with Scott."

"He says ok."