A venture capitalist tells his eight year old son what he does for a living.  The precocious kid then dreams up his own company and when daddy tells him he’s busy reading to his sister the kid does what any budding entrepreneur would do: he runs screaming to his mother, the VC’s wife.

Appropriate pressure applied the VC helps his kid get a URL for his company and then points it to his son’s blog.  He checks in a while later to find his son designing t-shirts and hats on Cafepress and then linking the store to his blog.  The dad then blogs about it, it gets picked up by at the Business 2.0 blog and now there’s an eight-year-old who has done more business online than I have.

Sigh.  Time for a Scotch.  I bet the little rug rat can’t do THAT.