Your Basic Friday Extortion
My husband and I had a rare, way TOO rare, Date Night last night. We violated our own rule about going to see movies (because normally we don't go see movies on date night because (unless you are Jane) you cannot talk to each other during them. And dates should be about... well, DATING.) Anyway, we went to the Imax theater and saw the new U2 concert movie.
It was the single best concert I've ever not been to. Dudes. It was so awesome. The band doesn't spend a lot of time talking but when we walked out of there, I wanted to sell all of my belongings and join the Peace Corp or become a U2 Head or something. It was awesome. If you like U2, or if you EVER liked them, go see it. You won't be sorry.
Anyway, our babysitter Stefanie came and took the girls out for dinner AND dessert (I usually do one or the other but it's okay to spoil them sometimes.) (Or at least that is how I'm rationalizing not having told Stef to forego dessert.) And she still had time to help Ana make a little business case for why she needs a higher allowance. (Click to open them in new windows so you can actually read them. You'll love the rationale.)
So then we had to have a whole conversation about how she doesn't see ALL of the story of how Stefanie's family handles money and maybe Stef needed more money as a kid because she had to buy things that right now *I* buy for Ana. And how every family handles money differently and really, the person she should be discussing her financial needs with should probably be RELATED to her, or at least, the so-called family money.
Ana said, "I think Stefanie is just really lucky."
Stef? Next time, if this subject comes up, could you please just lie? I mean, if I give Ana that kind of raise, I won't be able to afford BABYSITTING!
It was the single best concert I've ever not been to. Dudes. It was so awesome. The band doesn't spend a lot of time talking but when we walked out of there, I wanted to sell all of my belongings and join the Peace Corp or become a U2 Head or something. It was awesome. If you like U2, or if you EVER liked them, go see it. You won't be sorry.
Anyway, our babysitter Stefanie came and took the girls out for dinner AND dessert (I usually do one or the other but it's okay to spoil them sometimes.) (Or at least that is how I'm rationalizing not having told Stef to forego dessert.) And she still had time to help Ana make a little business case for why she needs a higher allowance. (Click to open them in new windows so you can actually read them. You'll love the rationale.)
So then we had to have a whole conversation about how she doesn't see ALL of the story of how Stefanie's family handles money and maybe Stef needed more money as a kid because she had to buy things that right now *I* buy for Ana. And how every family handles money differently and really, the person she should be discussing her financial needs with should probably be RELATED to her, or at least, the so-called family money.
Ana said, "I think Stefanie is just really lucky."
Stef? Next time, if this subject comes up, could you please just lie? I mean, if I give Ana that kind of raise, I won't be able to afford BABYSITTING!
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I have one cider left in the fridge, and no guarantee that I'll get out again this weekend to buy more. Should I or shouldn't I?
I didn't even know there was a U2 movie.
I'm off to weigh in. Woooopie.
And I can't wait to go see the U2 movie.
Our approach was to hand out money as needed for things like lunches and club dues, but money for just spending was earned by doing extra chores until the kid got old enough to do standard kid jobs. Ana should be getting big enough to do yard work or cleaning to earn money. But you are about to move and she will need to get to know the neighbors to do that in the new place.
;)
A few comments. I mean, I am a shrink, after all.
1. I see a law degree in Ms. Ana's future.
2. I love that her teacher is like eighteen feet tall.
3. She clearly has the early signs of both a severe book addiction and a significant yarn dependency. Excellent work!
4. No, I have no idea at all why I keep leaving my comments in list form.
I really want to see that U2 movie now! Sheesh, and here I was trying to score Hannah Montana movie tickets! Thanks for bringing me back to reality!