When Jacob was little and lacked enough money and lost teeth to afford Pokémon cards, he started making his own. We have little tiny bits of paper everywhere of imaginative Pokémon cards with 1,000,000,000,000,000 health. I love them.
At some point last year Jake offhandedly comments to me, “Mom, I’ve made at least twenty bucks at school.”
“What? How?”
“Selling Food Fighters.”
“Foo Fighters?”
“No Food Fighters.”
“What are Food Fighters?”
“They’re cards I make of foods that fight.”
And he shows me how he’s taken the index cards I bought him for presentations, and turned them into a new brand of collecting card. Just like Grandma Suzy, he can pump out dozens of handmade cards in a day. Then for Christmas he gets some (highly recommended) modeling clay and pretty soon he’s sold sixteen of these little baby three-dimensional Food Fighters at Club Star. All together he’s pretty sure he’s pulled in at least forty bucks.
This week, he inked a full comic book with his dad. After all this time at home, we’re hoping the Food Fighters can defend us from gaining the COVID-19.