We took the girls to a free concert last night. Lots of people, good music, food and drinks . . . it was a lot of fun. We wandered around for a while, stood for a while along the edges of the crowd, and then decided to sit. There were no seats available (next time I will think to bring chairs), so we sat on the sidewalk, backs up against a brick-sided building.
Mark and I sit and enjoy the music while the girls dance and hop and twirl.
There is an intermission, and the girls come over to ask for money for candy. They have already had treats, and the answer is no.
“What if we could get money? Could we spend it on candy?” Kallan asks as she and her sister sit down next to us.
“What? I guess so.”
Kallan stares out thoughtfully into the crowd as it mills about, “We look like homeless people.”
I laugh, “We so do not look like homeless people. What are you talking about?”
“We so do! We are the only ones sitting on the ground against the building. We are all homeless and sad.”
Mark is all helpful, “Look around for a piece of cardboard! Maybe we can make some money out of this deal!”
Kallan is delighted, “Yeah! I will make us a sign! Homeless people have signs! I can write . . . Will Dance For Money! And when the music starts up again? Maj and I will be raking it in!”
She looks at me in concern as I choke on my drink, “Are you OK, Mom?”
I wave her off, giggling, “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m just so proud. Will Dance For Money! I just could not be more proud.”
“Okaaaaaaay,” and she turns to her sister, “You’ll dance for money, right, Maj?”
Maj is annoyed, “I am not pretending to be homeless and begging for money with dance.”
Mark is all helpful again, “We’re going to need paper bags!”
Kallan turns, “What? Why?”
He holds up his drink, “Homeless people drink out of paper bags. We’re going to need to put our cups in paper bags so we’re all authentic.”
“Good idea, Dad!”
I reach into my purse and Kallan protests, “Mom! You’re killing me here! How am I supposed to be all convincing and homeless if you are on your iPhone? Homeless people do not have iPhones.”
“What if they need to check their email?”
“Mom! Be serious!”
“Sweetie, you are not going to be homeless and dancing for candy money. You’re just not.”
“Even if I make a sign?”
“The music will start again in a minute. Stop complaining.”
Kallan is annoyed, “I’m not complaining! I just want to dance for money! What is wrong with that, exactly?”
She looks at me in concern again as I choke and giggle again, “What is wrong with you?”
There is no dancing for money.
Mark comes to me this morning with a great idea! He has been looking at my idol’s blog, and in the corner? She has placed a donation box.
So that people who feel inclined to give her money? Might do so.
Here’s Mark, “That is an awesome idea! If she’s doing it, you could do that too!”
“You want me to beg for money? Really?”
“It’s not begging! It’s like all those people who write the WordPress plug-ins and themes for free . . . they all have a spot where you can donate some money if you enjoy the free stuff.”
“I have never donated to anyone for free stuff. That stuff is free . . . duh.”
“OK, but I bet some people would donate. They’ve been getting a free benefit from your blog, and I’m sure that a lot of people would make a donation. To make it possible for you to keep writing. This is a great idea!”
“Remember Kallan’s plan to be homeless and dance for money to buy candy?”
“This sounds a lot like that. And babe?”
“You know I can’t dance.”
“You wouldn’t be actually dancing, you know.”
“I’m not so good at the metaphorical dancing, either.”
“Not even for money?”
“Would there be candy involved?”
“I do like candy.”
Hmmmm . . . I’m going to need some cardboard. I need to make myself a sign.
BLOGGER WILL WHORE FOR MONEY (OR CANDY)!!!!
In the words of Kallan?
I’ll be raking it in.