The Capitalist and the Socialist; It's Elementary, My Dear

Last night I walked into the boys' room just as Alex was saying to Chris, "Chris, I'm not going to let you grow up to be that way!"

"What are you guys talking about?"  I asked.

Chris looked up at me with his I've-made-up-my-mind-and-there's-nothing-you-can-say-to-change-it look and clamped his lips together making it clear he was not going to give it up without a crow-bar or a sugar bribe.

"He said he's going to be poor when he grows up so he can get all his stuff from the government for free!"  Alex readily offers.

"Chris, why would you want to do that?" 

"Why would I want to work if I don't have to?"  Oh, he's got it all figured out!

"Chris, it's okay to be poor, but you still shouldn't just take everything without working for it!  It's not godly."  Alex advises.

"Oh, yeah," relents Chris after some thought, "I suppose they wouldn't give me toys and stuff."

"Probably not,” I agree.

"But wait, Santa will still give me toys!" 

Oh, he's got it all figured out!  HO!  HO!  HO!

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