Pippa just burst into my room to tell me a story that definitely bears repeating.
She was Skyping with her best friend, Jeanne, and the two of them were privy to a very amusing conversation between Jeanne’s younger brother (whose name is–and this is not made up or exaggerated in the slightest–Cornelius) and her mom.
Scene: Cornelius is trying to purchase some item off of the internet using his mother’s credit card.
Cornelius: Mom! I don’t know what the website wants me to do! It says that I need to type in the credit card number! Where is it?
Jeanne’s Mom: It’s on the front of the card!
Cornelius: Yeah, but which number?
Jeanne’s Mom: The ones on the front! It’s obvious, Cornelius!
Cornelius: There are a lot of numbers! Which one do they want? Which one should I choose?
They continued to volley back and forth until it became evident that Cornelius thought that he needed to pick one of the many numbers on the card to type while checking out, and Jeanne’s mom ended up taking the computer away and completing the transaction for him.
In a way, I suppose that it’s a good thing that he was so clueless when it came to using a credit card–kids shouldn’t be given them until they know the real value of money and how easily you can get yourself in trouble with this magic rectangle of plastic–but I’m rather shocked that he didn’t know how to use one online. I can remember shopping for clothes from DPam (their kids clothes are so cute!) when I was seven and watching my mom use her credit card on a website. Somehow, Cornelius has managed to get through fourteen years of his life without observing this once.
In other news, I just spent half and hour looking at children’s clothes and debating whether or not I could justify purchasing a dress if I got it in a size 14 kids. I fit into that size at Petit Bateau.