A friend of mine has a daughter, Jules. She adopted the girl from a Russian orphanage when the kid was about five. An extraordinary child, she mastered English in just four months.
Now at fourteen, this kid already has her own business, well, at least she has her own business cards. She does babysitting, household chores, housesitting, walks dogs… She has the key to all the homes in the neighborhood where she lives.
Last week Jules was babysitting two kids for a wired up artist type lady, Felicity. My friend gets a call from Felicity:
Felicity: Where’s Jules?
My friend: Babysitting at your house.
Felicity: Well she isn’t here. And my Lexus is gone.
My friend: Can’t be, Jules doesn’t know how to drive.
Oh yes she did. Turns out Jules had put the children to bed, saw the keys to the Lexus and had an irrisistable “urge” to drive. She didn’t just drive around the neighborhood, she went on the tollway. She admitted this wasn’t the first time, either. And that she was a damn good driver.
Jules’ parents made her call everyone in the neighborhood and explain the situation. Suprisingly, she only had to return Felicity’s keys. The kid is still in business.