Griffin’s baseball season ended last week.
My 6-year-old received a trophy at his last game, and you would have thought he’d been given gold. He was oh so proud.
Imagine my surprise when I overheard him telling his neighbor friend that she was his “first customer” to view his trophy. Oooooooooooookay.
He had turned the trophy into a little shrine in his room, and was bringing friends up one by one to see what he had earned on the baseball field.
The charge? One penny. Quite the entrepreneur.
I got to thinking…
…maybe I could do the same with my CMA win? Hey, gas isn’t cheap these days.