Our kids, when feeling too much cloth and too little cash in their pockets, know what to do. They think I don’t know what’s going on when they say, “oh, we’re just playing store, that’s all. Just for fun. It’s math, you know.”
After a little play with fake money, I hear, “So…mama, do you want to shop in our store?” Uh huh. I thought so. They need a customer with real change. I have that. But my change jar is not very full, since the-Person-who-fills-it-up has been away on business the past two weeks. Oops, we depleted it while he was away. Oh. Apparently we did add fingerprints aplenty. Who ever thinks to clean a change jar?!
The prices start at just 3 cents per picture from our Little Guy (he’s 8). That’s my price since he offers a “Mom Discount.” His drawings would cost you 5 cents each.
Of course, our Little Guy accepts tips, too. So do the girls.
The girls’ drawings are priced by our 11-year-old ballerina who understands that a quarter is what you really want, since you can’t buy anything for less these days. She prices her drawings at 50 cents and our Little Gal’s at 25 cents. At this point, their logic is cracking me up, but I’m a good customer and pay up (and I also mosey on over to our Little Guy’s tip jar to add a few more quarters to it. He’ll figure out pricing soon enough, but for now, he keeps repeating, “I have a Mom Discount. The girls don’t.”).
Our ballerina also offers a “free gift with purchase.” The free gift? Chocolate Cake. Oh, my. She’s a smart one, she is. She sells out and has to create more drawings. I slip a few more quarters into Little Guy’s tip jar. It’s not like he can bake a cake yet.
Meanwhile, our 13yo big fella, who thought he was too old to play “store,” suddenly realizes that money is being handed out. He works ten minutes on a drawing – several mini drawings on one sheet of paper, actually – and offers to sell it to me for $5.00. As if. “I can buy a picture from him for 3 cents, you know, ” I say. He has a Mom Discount.” Little Guy beams.
“Okay, two bucks, final offer,” our big fella says.
I can’t resist such an excellent offer for such fine drawings, so I pay up.
And then I add a bit more to our Little Guy’s tip jar. He’ll learn.
p.s. Um, hey, Babe, if you’re reading this, please do come home with really full pockets. Our change jar is so empty it’s gone through the dishwasher and sparkles. Really.