It occurred to me recently just how little our kids have to do with money. Everything is on card really.
“Come on, guys. Up you get. We’re going to hit the mint,” I said from our kitchen. If I’m up, you have to be too, I thought but didn’t add, instead saying, “I mean go to the mint. We’re not going to rob it.”
A head popped out the side of a bunk further up the bus.
“What’s a mint?” Miss7 asked.
“It’s where they make the money,” I told her, trying to sound excited.
I must have failed.
“Why do I have to got there?” she wanted to know.
Failure is not, you probably aren’t surprised to learn, a new experience for me. In fact, only minutes earlier Tracey had asked a similar question.
Trying not to sound whiny, I gave Miss7 the same answer I’d given my wife.
“Because it’s my birthday and I want to.”
Not trying even a little bit to not sound whiny, Miss7 shot back, “Can’t you want to do something else for your birthday?”
“We could go find some swings.”
“McDonalds has swings.”
“You’ll enjoy the mint,” I assured her.
“I don’t think so,” she assured me back.
Seeing this was getting nowhere fast, I changed tack and decided to try sell the idea on the one activity I’d heard was available at the mint to do.
“I think,” I said, “you even get to make your own money.”
She was unmoved.
“I doubt that,” she said miserably. On the bright side, at least her voice wasn’t sounding whiny anymore.
“No really,” I pressed. “You get to make your own gold coin.”
That did it. Even I was surprised at just how big a turnaround in attitude I got because suddenly she was totally onboard with our planned day trip.
“I do?!” she exclaimed. In a flash she was out of her bunk and pulling on shoes and yelling excitedly. “Hey, everybody,” she went on, throwing open the bunk curtains of her siblings and shaking them awake. “We’re going to the mint to make chocolate mooney!”