So my six-year-old niece comes into my room last night, carrying a little tray of her easter candy. "Aunt Paula, would you like a piece of candy?"
Awww, how sweet. I pick out a little yellow M & M and make a big deal of how good it is.
Ashlee flashes me her sweetest smile. "Two cents, please."
Free market grade-schoolers. Gotta love 'em.
(But she needs to work on her pricing analysis. I bought a little chocolate bunny for a quarter, when I figure I'd have paid at least twice that at the grocery store. Free market goes both way, baby cakes. Welcome to Capitalism).