Money

We're planning a trip to the mall with Mémère to visit Santa tomorrow. The excitement is nearly too much for the girls to bear. Tonight at dinner, Keira started planning the details of the trip.

"Mommy, if I'm good at the mall tomorrow, can you and Mémère take me on one of the rides?"

I considered it, then replied, "Maybe, but not the trampoline."

"Why not the trampoline?"

"It's just too much money," I said.

She stared at me for a second, put on her best pensive look, then turned to look pitifully at her dad. Making herself both invisible and inaudible to me, she put her hand up beside her face and leaned toward him.

"Dad, can you please leave me some of YOUR money? You have rolls and rolls of it. I'd like the big stack, please."