My son, Will, is a go-getter. The second-born of our children (but the firstborn male), he is competitive and driven toward superlatives like “best” and “fastest” and “biggest.” He has decided he will be rich when he grows up, and has looked into the cost of cargo ships because he thinks it would be cool to convert one and live on it. So, in his nine years of life, he has come up with various ideas for making money.
Recently, Will looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes and said, “I know how I can make some money. I’ll sell eggs.” No, we don’t have chickens in case you’re wondering.
My blank stare encouraged him to continue. “Scrambled, of course,” he added.
He went on to explain his plan of setting up a table at the end of our driveway where he could take people’s orders and then run inside the house to cook their scrambled eggs while they wait. Who needs a lemonade stand when you can have a scrambled egg stand? This idea is surely inspired by my son’s newfound skill of cooking scrambled eggs, which he thinks are the best. He is quite proud of his new ability, and apparently wants to share it with the world (at a profit!).
And while I have my doubts about the viability of the scrambled egg stand business model on our quiet neighborhood circle, I give the boy credit for coming up with ideas and imagining possibilities. And I walk the line between grounding him in reality and encouraging him to dream and imagine and create. Who knows what he will come up with? He just might hit on a big idea one day that could change the world.
In the meantime we have scrambled eggs, and there’s nothing wrong with that.