The United States of America is the land of money. The streets are paved with dollar bills and stocks and bonds and so forth and so I thought, what better place to start teaching my little miracle baby about the importance of money?
We were key players in the blessing of my brother-in-law’s new home when my boy was given $25 hard cash as part of the proceedings. What did he do? He just crumpled it up. Like so:
Look, it’s not the $25. I can GET another $25. That’s what I do all day long. I get money. What offended me most was my baby’s attitude.
“Son, that money’s for saving,” I said gently. “Not crumpling.” I patted him on the head to show him that I wasn’t mad.
“Well, is money for eating?” he shot back. “Because that’s what I’m going to do next.”
He started to shove the bills into his mouth.
“Please don’t do that,” I said.
“What’re you going to do about it, Tubby? Sit on me?”
“Son, what did I say about being intentionally cruel to Daddy?”
“That it was funny and a nice way to spend an evening?”
He was right. I did say that, for some reason. At least he’s listening to me.