My eldest loinfruit, Ella, is a born businesswoman. She has an entrepreneurial spirit and innate management acumen. At six years old, she also has more salesmanship and creativity than most of the professional stiffs that I have worked with over the years.
Yesterday, she stayed home sick from school with her dad. Not content to lie in bed watching TV, she decided to start a day care for cats. She set up her room with a variety of feline diversions and accommodations. She told me that this was her best business yet; better than the pumpkin cleaning service start-up, better even than her authentic Italian/Chinese fusion restaurant, “The Flower Garden”.
The sign below, which is currently affixed outside our front door, advertises her latest venture:
She seemed genuinely surprised that a tidal wave of clients didn’t arrive, pounding on our door this week, cats in tow. Undeterred, she asked me if we might make a commercial for her new company. We’re still negotiating about that particular marketing campaign. I just love how she wants so badly for this to take off, and how she keeps looking for angles. She has the Heroic quality of Persistence, and the Dynastic Ambition of a mogul.
I do, however, think she needs to rethink her pricing model. If my home is going to be overrun by dozens of hairy, entitled prima donnas, I would think she could bring in more than the price of a cup of coffee. Just sayin’.