Well, Lexi turned eight a week and a half ago, and I’m still wondering where the time went. It seems like just yesterday we were having conversations about Winnie the Pooh, and now we’re talking about 9/11, religion, and math equations. In fact, I think she’s already better at math than I am, sad to say. And I have to say that our conversations are never boring, instead often leaving me in stitches.
But she still doesn’t seem to know the value of money, as evidenced by one of our most recent chats…
Me: So, why do you think you get an allowance?
Lexi: Because I deserve it.
Me: For what?
Lexi: Cleaning my room.
Me: And for that you deserve three dollars a week?
Lexi: Well, yeah. Can I get more?
Me: [laughing] You’re so funny. You’re lucky you’re getting three.
Lexi: And I know what I want to spend it on.
Lexi: I want a pony.
Me: And how are you going to pay for that pony?
Lexi: I’ll break open my piggy bank.
Me: How much do you think is in there?
Lexi: I don’t know. Sixteen hundred million dollars.
Me: I think you’re just a little off.
Lexi: Yeah, just a little. So when do I get my pony?
Me: When do I start getting money for cleaning my room?
Lexi: I think I might have enough left over in my piggy bank.