Barter Town

My sister and I came up with a master plan one day.
A ‘where to meet/ what to do/ it’s the end of the world’ plan.
Yep.
We have it all figured out.
Yes. Yes we do.

It’s all about Barter Town.
Somewhere down the road there will be a barter for our life moment and we WILL be prepared.

She will have sporks.
I will have peanut butter.
And we will own Barter Town.

I don’t remember the whys and hows of where we came up with sporks and peanut butter.
Doesn’t matter.
It’s a great plan.

So…we decide to tell Dad our master plan.
Oh! He is going to be so proud of his clever daughters and their survival skills….!
‘Your spork will melt’
He didn’t even mention my peanut butter.

Ok.
We didn’t think of a nuclear meltdown.
rats.
We will come up with another plan on another day for the nuclear meltdown.

This plan is all about Barter Town baby.
And we will own Barter Town with our sporks and peanut butter.
The doubters will believe.

One day while traveling, my sister and I were finalizing and detailing our end of the world master plan.
‘A knife’ says this voice from the back seat ‘that’s what I’m bringing to Barter Town.’
It was my daughter.

A. Knife.

My sister and I looked at each other and the light bulb appeared….
That’s brilliant….a KNIFE !!!
Why didn’t we ever think of a knife ?!?

Sporks, peanut butter and a pocket knife.

Watch out Barter Town …here we come !

🙂