Here’s a classic conversation between the lad and me last night. He was playing store, and he was “the seller.”

Dad: I’d like to buy some peace and quiet, please.
Lad: Okay, I’ll just slide your credit card through here and there you go.
Dad: Great. I can’t wait for my peace and quiet to begin.
Lad: That was $30.
Dad: What?! That’s expensive. I better be getting a lot of peace and quiet for that much money.
Lad: Actually, I can’t sell you peace and quiet. I switched it to good luck.
Dad: But I really wanted that peace and quiet. How will I know that I have good luck now?
Lad: I’ll give you this good luck tissue to carry around. And, you can use it blow your nose if you need to.

With a pitch like that, who could resist?