Our elementary school hosts a “book fair” every September. New books are brought in for kids to peruse and purchase, along with other “goodies.”
I usually send some money to school with each of my kids so they can purchase a couple of books. This money is typically accompanied by a note saying which books I’d like them to purchase. I usually send a couple bucks more than they’ll need so they can drop the spare change into a jug for their classroom to compete in a contest to win books for their class and a pizza party.
I’d recently gotten some cash at an ATM. All I had was $20 bills. I gave two of my kids their money to spend during their library time today. I instructed them to purchase a couple of books and bring home the change because I was sending more than usual. I would send some change with them for their classes tomorrow.
My youngest came blasting through the door when he got off the bus, tattling on his brother.
Garrett: “Reid didn’t buy books with his money!!!”
Excuse me?
Garrett: “He bought toys with his money!”
I looked to Reid. He produced a cell phone-looking eraser from his backpack. I asked where his books were.
Reid: “Mom, you didn’t send enough money for me to buy books after I got this (eraser) and this (pointing to his backpack).”
“What exactly are you pointing to? What is THIS?”
Reid: “A pointy finger.”
My temperament was quickly moving to an agitated state. I was envisioning a foam “fan finger.” No… it’s even better.
It was a sparkly plastic wand with a white gloved hand on the end, pointing.
It was literally a pointy finger — on a steeeeck.
Cell phone eraser and a pointy finger -- on a steeeeck.
“Where’s my change?”
Reid: “Mom, you only sent me ONE. There wasn’t enough money to get a book or bring change!!!”
“First of all, I sent you ONE twenty dollar bill. That is like TWENTY ones. Second, are you telling me that pointy finger cost like $15?”
I am holding it now. I flip it over to look at it.
A price tag.
$3.99
He purchased a $2 eraser and a $4 pointy finger. Add a little tax. He should have had what, $13 left?
“WHERE IS MY CHANGE?”
Reid: “I put it in the jug so we could win the pizza party!!!”
“Oh. My.”
The pointy finger is mine until Reid earns it back: the whole $20. So, I’ll be using it myself until then.
And believe me, I’m going to get my $20 worth out of it. People will be sick of the pointy finger at my house.
“Excuse me, Joe. Could you please reach that off the top shelf for me (pointy finger)?”
“Reid, you go pick up your dirty clothes right now (pointy finger)!”
Random stranger, asking directions…
“To get back to the highway, you’ll need to head south down this road (pointy finger), then head west to that road (pointy finger), then head south again on the next road (pointy finger).”
Oh yes. I’m going to get my $20 worth.
I’m thinking I should frequent auctions for a while. With my kids, perhaps? What a nice bidding finger it would make…
Ada purchased books with her money. Oh, and an eraser for herself too. (I’ll let that slide. And Reid can have his eraser too. But the pointy finger… that’s mine for a while.) Garrett goes on Thursday. I’m going to send him with $20 too. I’m pretty sure he’ll follow instructions perfectly after seeing my reaction today!
Moral of the story: Oh, who are we kidding? They’re kids; we’re parents. None of us are perfect. And no situation will happen exactly the same way again. I’ve learned; he’s learned (along with my other two, thanks to him). I’ll certainly be more cautious and more specific in the future, but it’ll be up to him to practice better judgement. Moments like these will stick in his mind to help him make his decisions.