My daughter has been obsessssssssssed with money lately.
She tries to steal the Monopoly and Life money DAILY, and the older kids have vowed/sworn on their lives/promised their first-born they will not.lose.any.pieces. this time, so they are all over her about not taking the game money.
The squeals and fighting have been a ton of fun. And by fun I mean, where’s the spork to gouge out my eardrums?
A few years back, we had to purchase a “math” kit for one of the kids, so they could practice money and fractions at home. I dug it out from the closet and gave this kit to her to play with, so she’d stop trying to rob the board games all the time. Parental win, no?
She sets up shop daily with her little “shop,” to include a Barney baby laptop, and other little baubles set up like a part-desk, part-register. “What do you want to buy, mommy?” I hear from her all day long.
This morning I decided to get smart with her. “I’d like to buy a vowel.”
(Insert witty snicker here.)
My older kids laughed a little, getting my dorky reference. I continued smiling to myself as I made my coffee until she tapped my arm and handed it to me.
A vowel.
“That’ll be fifty dollars, mommy!”
Daughter 1, Smart-Mouthed Mom, 0
