Gus and I were talking last night as I tucked him in for the night. One subject we touched on was how tall he’d be when he grew up. I asked him how old he thought he’d be when he reached my height. He guessed sixteen. I guessed fourteen. We agreed to bet on it.
"Gus, what would you like if you win the bet?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you’re right and you don’t reach my height until you’re sixteen, you win the bet and I have to do something for you."
"Oh. I’ll take a ‘Human Torch’ action figure."
"Well … you’ll be sixteen and might not be interested in action figures."
"Oh, yeah." He thought for a while. "Would you buy me a paint gun?"
"Uhhhh … sure. Now … what if I win? What will you do for me?"
"I don’t know."
"How about mow the lawn for the next summer and also take care of my garden?"