Standing in a long line up at the only Tim Horton’s open for blocks from work on Good Friday, with members of peewee hockey and family swarming the joint (it is one of the designer Cold Stone Creamery ice cream cafes)….. I turned to my co-worker on the way out, and grumbled my intolerance.
Me: It’s some tournament or something… I cannot imagine having the money to have a kid in sports. It must be bloody expensive!
C0-worker: You are right, it is not cheap.
Me: This is why I don’t have kids, man! Firstly, I would have to work round clock to afford to feed it, and clothe it! Let alone letting it participate in a team… I would be like “Jr., if you want to play sports, get a job and pay for it yourself!”
Me: No, I’m not kidding! If my seven-year old asked to play, then he could work for it. Kathy Lee Gifford had kids making her clothes. Rose made Gypsy Lee Rose earn her keep….
Co-worker: (laughing, yet appalled) I don’t think it works that way. That’s not really legal here.. and as for Rose, I still pretty much think that isn’t legal any more either…
Me: Short of raising it in the Fourth World, I guess you’re right. Child stars at least don’t have the time to join sports, what with the hours acting on set.. No guarantees it could be cute enough or smart enough to perform. Even if it is mine. Ok, well, it would need to earn it’s keep then. ‘Hey you, clean the house and don’t forget the gutters! And tomorrow, you’d better be re-tiling the roof if you want to go to the finals with the team!’
Co-worker: (still laughing) You wouldn’t?
Me: Hey, gotta work for it… Ask Donald Trump. It could help with the groceries too… ‘ok you, take the bags to the car…. no, no cart for you mr. all-star, you are carrying all those bags, and hurry up’…
Co-worker: (shaking his head) U really shouldn’t have kids. Hey, You never mentioned lemonade stands, dog walking…
Me: They would never make enough cash that way! It would drop and spill the drink, or lose all the dogs, and then I would have to pay more out to fix it’s mistakes…. Ah, I see your point. Well, this is one reason why I won’t be a parent. (sigh)