Earlier this week Rose's school had one of those Scholastic Book Fair fundraiser things. I am a little ambivalent about how the kids come home with these carefully handwritten wish-lists that they've obviously done in class, but we've generally let Rose pick a book or two off her list to purchase, and chalked it up to community support.
The day of the book fair, Rose came charging home after school with a friend in tow. The friend had invited her to turn right around and go back to school with her mom for the book fair, and Rose really wanted to go NOW instead of have me take her later after Joy's therapy.
So I pulled out the lone twenty-dollar bill from my wallet, rehearsed with her which two books she wanted to buy, and got set to send her off.
And then she said, "Wait, I want to buy a board-book for Joy."
I didn't have any more money in the wallet, but before I could mention this, Rose had galloped off to her room and pulled out the box where she keeps her allowance. She counted out five dollars, which she was going to put in her bra-purse but I convinced her to take something that actually zipped up to keep the money safe!
Here's what she brought home for her sister:
Between the change from the twenty and her allowance money, she'd had exactly enough with just a couple of pennies to spare.
Joy likes her new gift very much. She's been carrying it around a lot, and this evening I had to make her hand it over so I could get her to the table for supper. She said something that JoyDad, the barista and I all agreed sounded very much like "book."
P.S. Just so it doesn't sound like we've got Saint Rose here or something... you should have seen the power struggle we had over clothing yesterday. It was COLD yesterday morning, and Rose wanted to wear capris and sandals to school. I made her wear long pants and shoes, which wrecked piano practice and the rest of the morning's preparation. After warning her that I didn't want ANY complaints about cold on the way to school, I let her get away with wearing a light hoodie for a wrap. Sure enough, about 5 minutes into the walk, the lower lip sticks out:
I didn't knooooow it would be so cold! It's NOT MY FAULT!
Natural consequences are a real booger sometimes. Heh.