Fame and fortune

Little Dog had a fortune cookie today.  When I picked him up from camp this afternoon he was excited to tell me about it.
"My fortune said I'm going to find fame!" he says happily.
"Really, that's awesome.  Do you know what that means?"
"Yeah!  I'm going to be rich and famous!"
"That's awesome.  Will you buy me a house?  Or a car?  Or some fancy pants?" I ask.
"It's not going to be until I'm a grown up."
"That's ok, I'll wait.  It'll be cool when you're famous," I say.
"Yep, and there will be hot ladies there."
Um, what? "Great.  Hot ladies, you say?"
"Yep, lots of them.  And I'll buy you some fancy pants.  And a new car.  And I'll build you a house."
"That's great.  Thanks!" then I think a moment, "Wait, are you going to want to bring all of these hot ladies to my house?"
"Maybe.  Why?" he asks.
"Because that'll be a lot of extra cooking," I say.
"Do you want lots of hot ladies at your house?" he asks.
"I don't know.  Maybe just one or two."
"Ok, I'll just bring one or maybe two.  Just the best ones," he assures me.
Well I'm glad we got that cleared up.