Jay: Aw, c’mon, Mom! It would be so epic. And, I’d get a mini fridge and fill it with soda.
Me: Jay, this might be the most ridiculous idea you’ve ever had. Plus, there’s no way I’m allowing you unsupervised access to soda.
Jay: I disagree, this might be the best idea I’ve ever had. C’mon, please!
Me: 11-year-old boys do not have poker tables in their bedrooms.
Jay: I bet you anything that tons of kids have them. How about if I find 10 kids…wait, if I find 2 kids that have poker tables, then will you let me get one?
Me: You’re not getting a poker table. Anyway, where would you do your homework?
Jay: At the poker table, of course.
Me: Ok. Then tell me, where would you put all of the stuff that’s in your desk, smarty pants?
Jay: Under the poker table. Mom, I’ve already thought this through.
Me: Nice try, but there’s no way a poker table will ever fit in your room.
Jay: What if I sell my dresser, too?
Me: Jay, it’s not happening.
Jay: How about if I put one in the shed? That would work.
Me: No, way. We’re not moving out the lawn mower just so you can have a poker table.
Jay: Well, where am I suppose to play poker?
Me: At the kitchen table, like the rest of the world.
Jay: Ok, then how about this idea…what if instead of a kitchen table, we had a poker table?