Who wants a mom?

Although this story is a couple of years old, I was sharing it with some friends last night, and Janice encouraged me to publish it to the blog. So, here goes . . . When David was three or so, we were on a trip. He asked for a cookie. As he had already had at least one, I said "no," to which David, after a short pause, replied: "Who wants a Mom? We're selling a Mom!"

Sarah [amused!]: "How much are you going to sell me for?"

David: "I don't know. Maybe a dollar."