“Will I be getting a bailout?” my son inquired with an earnest squeak.
He’d just completed his first job application, following a tip about a particular fast food joint known for including a token 14-year old on the payroll, and my husband was helping him estimate his post-tax earnings should the job materialize. Evidently, he found the numbers so staggering his thoughts immediately went to bailout.
When my husband explained that he’d get some of the money back when he did his taxes, the poor kid blanched. “I have to do taxes?” he asked. It was one thing to have the government take taxes, but the news that he might have to do taxes exacted quite a toll.
“What if I don’t do it? Will I be audited?”
“Audited? No, you go to jail for not doing your taxes,” my husband informed him.
“I can go to jail over this?” Despair washed over the boy. “What if I just can’t do taxes?”
“Son, it’s a simple one page form. It should only take you a couple minutes.”
Brandon fell silent. “Dad?”
“If I get this job, I’ll have just as many jobs as you do. What takes you so long?”