My son. He loves money.
He saved his allowance for weeks before leaving for Mexico. The only thing he purchased, besides a handful of snacks, was a laminated poster of old pesos. He made sure we collected 22 coins while on vacation to bring back for each one of his classmates. For Christmas his most favorite present was a two dollar bill. The bill is a treasured keepsake that is permanently displayed leaning against his ATM (piggy bank) machine. He knows the values of all the coins, understands how many dimes/nickles/quarters make up a dollar, and enjoys counting his fortune.
In January he lost a five dollar bill and wanted a "loan" to which of course I declined because um... hello... did he really think I was going to bail him out? What a stupid solution to his personal finances. Knowing that there was no opportunity for a bail out he was fueled and feverishly looked for his money. When he found it, he immediately deposited it into his piggy bank.
Yesterday he turned the table on us. "I can loan you my hard work and you can pay me back!" He replied to my husband when he told Jay that he didn't have the money in his pocket to pay him for his help. My husband decided to strip the playroom to the bare studs, after our flood, so the boys have become their own father-son construction team. "I want to work today, Daddy. I want to knock down another wall!" Jay continued to badger my husband.
So work they have been doing. Lots of work. Jay has knocked down walls with a hammer, popped up floor trim with a crow bar, carried out scrap wood with construction gloves and all for the price of five dollars a day.
By far the cheapest and most adorable construction team in all of Ohio.
He has finally saved enough money to withdraw some and make a purchase on his own. Which is a HUGE deal in our household because new toys are saved for special events like birthdays and holidays. For the last month he has walked the aisles of Target making mental notes, he has circled books on his Scholastic book orders, and asked me to log onto Legos dot com to scroll through for ideas.
Instead, the future economics professor with a degree from Columbia, settled on a much longer term investment all on his own.
And now he has learned that ten crickets equal one dollar. Oh vey!
Monday, March 16, 2009
My son. He loves money.
Posted by OHmommy at 12:00 AM