My kids are going crazy over a new fad that is sweeping our area called Silly Bandz. Basically, they are rubber bands that have been shaped into all sorts of fun shapes, including animals, vehicles, letters and other things. For some reason my kids are nuts for them, and although they are incredibly cheap, they fight over them like they were gold.
Strangely enough, kids at elementary school trade for them, and use them as a currency of sorts. My son Nigel, who is seven is a shrewd trader. I call him Johnny Lingo because he can seem to have the ability to trade anyone out of their favorite silly bands.
Nigel basically determines which bands a particular kid really wants, and then makes the kid pay two or three to one to get it. He then goes to other kids and convinces them that they really, really want one that he has. His collection continues to grow.
Unfortunately, his older brother, Ernie (in the photo above, on the left side) has fallen prey to Nigel’s predatory tactics, and has seen his collection dwindle lately. Then, Nigel leveraging Ernie’s emotional response to having fewer silly bandz than him talks Ernie into trading away other toys like a $23 transformer.
I am convinced that Nigel has a future in Investment Banking. I hope he remembers me when he is a billionaire.