So we’re out for dinner with Grandpa B, who’s visiting, and after a detailed perusal of the menu, Alli whips a small wad of cash from her pocket, counts out $2, puts the rest back, and slyly asks, “Mommy, can I order the sundae?” Sure enough, there’s a kid’s sundae on the menu for $1.89. Nothing like thinking ahead and raiding your piggy bank to satiate a sweet tooth.
Needless to say, my kid got to order dessert. Even better, a few bats of her eyelashes got the $2 covered by Grandpa.
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In compensation for the (hopefully temporary) loss of my blogging mojo, I give you this:
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We’ve been testing a chore and allowance plan with Alli. Mind you, this is a child that is a walking tornado and needs a LOT of not so gentle encouragement to simply clear a walking path through her stuff.
And yet, while “getting” to scoop the cat litter today, pretty much one of the ickiest jobs in a house with 3 male cats, Alli professes:
“You know, I think this job is so fun that I shouldn’t even get a quarter for doing it.”