23 August 2008

Pig Box = Spending Power

Sonny Ma-Jiminy: Mummy who was that at the door?

Me: Just a lady. Here's your dinner kids! Eat up!

SMJ: Why are you mad? Are you mad at her?

Me: Yes! Yes, I'm mad at her. Do you want a fork or a spoon?

SMJ: A spoon. Why were you mad at her?

Me: Because - (sigh) - becaaauuse... Sometimes people come to your door and ask you if you want to buy something. And I never buy stuff from people at the door.

SMJ: Why don't you buy stuff from people at the door? Not a dessert spoon, a soup spoon.

Me: Because I don't like it. I don't like people annoying me at a Nuisance Time Of Day asking if I want to buy stuff. It happens on the phone too. Sometimes I get a phone call at a Nuisance Time Of Day and it's somebody saying, "Oh, hello, would you like to buy a mobile phone?" And I hate that. If I want to buy a mobile, I'll go to where? To a mobile phone shop! Won't I?

SMJ (pause in eating): Yes.

Me: And I also hate it when people bother me at a Nuisance Time Of Day by knocking on my door and asking if I want to buy my electricity from a different company. Because if I want to change my electricity company, I'll do it myself won't I?

SMJ (another pause in eating): Yes.

Me: And I'll do it at a convenient time of day. I won't do it at a Nuisance Time Of Day.

(Pause. All eat.)

Me: So I won't buy anything at a Nuisance Time Of Day from somebody at the door, will I?

SMJ: No.

Me: And I won't buy anything at a Nuisance Time Of Day from somebody on the phone, will I?

SMJ: No.

Me: And you wouldn't buy anything at a Nuisance Time Of Day from somebody at the door, would you?

SMJ (pause, thinking about the concept of Spending Power): Yes!

Me: Wha-? No, seriously! You wouldn't buy anything at a Nuisance Time Of Day from somebody on the phone, would you?

SMJ, with certainty: Yes!

Me, at a loss: But you don't have any money!

SMJ: I do. In my Pig Box.


Sonny Ma-Jiminy's piggy bank.

Apparently also known as his "Pig Box."

$3.05, thankfully not enough to switch electricity companies on us from a hawker at the door.

10 comments:

Sunangel said...

That is the cutest Pig Box. My daughter collects banks (or I collect them for her) and I like the design. Easy to get the money back out though.

WheresMyAngels said...

Love the dialog! And that pig is way too cute!

You know what I HATE, these bouncy teenagers that show up at your door saying all you have to do is sign some paper saying they are a good speaker so they can get a scholarship, but then somehow when they leave you have bought a magazine suscription!

Jen said...

Oh you are so right our sons are so alike. I wish that they could meet and play together. Want to take a trip to the states? It will be fuuunnn ;)

Anyway, I love this conversation, it was too funny.

heather of the EO said...

ugh, can't stand the people at the door! Well, the ones selling something anyway. Neighbors are fine...well, most of them. Or some of them. And friends. I like friends at the door.
Love the pig box too.

Jen said...

Just wanted to say thank you for you very sweet and kind words. And you can go ahead and quote me anytime. :)

mommaof4wife2r said...

love love love this...it's dangerously similar to the conversation that took place with my brood last week.

love the pig box...so much! sweet blog! will stop by again!

Veggie Mom said...

This is quite a creative post! I enjoyed reading it mucho!! Did you ever see the Seinfeld about the telemarketer? Jerry answers the phone, feigning interest for a minute. Then, he says something like, "Could you please give me your phone number? I'll have to call you back during dinner." Hilarious.

Tracy P. said...

Oh my gosh, that pig looks just like Bob the Builder! *snicker* ;-)

Can we get rid of telemarketers? Yes we can!!!

Well, maybe not. But I promise they won't be getting any encouragement from me.

Tracy P. said...

Oh my, I just read the post you recommended In Which I Am Shocked, thinking it was another A.A. Milnesque post from your past. My husband now thinks I am out of my mind. He won't bother to read it himself, and I'm quite sure I couldn't do it justice OR get through reading it TO him. Oh well, his loss. HUH. LARIOUS!

Hippomanic Jen said...

Hate hawkers. I thought I was clever when I started working from home because I'm on a business phone plan. I very rarely get offers of 'free' holidays and stuff like that.

But I now get people wanting to sell me printers. And cheaper business phone plans. And office supplies. And records/archiving shelves. And you get the picture.