Recently Frank had an idea for a business. He was going to scan old photographs for people, provide the photos on a flash drive, and also offer an option of cloud storage, or even creating a family web site for them. He'd talked to some of the neighbors, and several people were interested. He'd done some research, set a price list, and now all he needs it a halfway decent scanner, some software, and maybe some money to buy a web domain and set up a bank account for Paypal.
Knowing Frankie, you grab your wallet with both hands as soon as he starts talking. When he stops talking, you had tried to give him suggestions on how to earn the start up money he needed. He messes around and earns a little, but he's mostly complaining about how easy it would be to earn the money and pay you back.
You finally give in on the condition that, instead of paying you back, he create a family web site like he described to present to your wife for your birthday as 'from both of you', since he did the work and you paid for the product.
Frankie agrees, and you go and select the equipment he says he needs (you did some research yourself, and you do hold him back a bit, but also make sure he gets at least good enough).
That was a week ago. While he's done some of the scanning work for Mom's site, he's mostly been working on advertising and doing scanning and set up for the neighbors - getting partial payment up front, and finishing it quickly to get the rest.
When he sees you pull up, he suddenly looks at his watch, waves at his friends, and takes off.
"I hadn't realized how late it was, Dad. I'll get to work on it right now."
Will Frankie be hoping for really padded seats at dinner?