One of the most important things to me is that my little miracle baby grows up to appreciate the value of money. Mainly because I just love money. If you’ve ever seen money, you know what I’m talking about.
Of course, the money lesson will go down much easier when my son drops the attitude and stops treating money like it’s just paper that goes in his mouth. If you’re having a certain kind of night, maybe that’s where it goes. But in general, it goes in your pocket. Wake up, son.
Anyway, my baby was born in Sydney, so he’s used to everything being really expensive. But I’m not because I’m from America. And when I was in my homeland recently, I had this breakfast – pancakes, coffee and an omelet (and 300 packets of Equal, apparently… what is my problem?). The whole thing cost $11.
In Sydney, the same meal would cost approximately $3,984. Now, I don’t like to say anything is bad or good. I don’t believe in it. But this is not good. It’s bad.
As a kind of test, I asked my baby why he thought this might be.
“Well, in Sydney, you get much better coffee and the ingredients are more fresh and the sun is shining and people are actually happy.”
I was so proud of his well-considered, intelligent response. He was really learning!
“You failed,” I said. Because part of appreciating the value of money is understanding that no one likes a baby know-it-all.