One of my boys is going to meet a girl he’s fond of and some of her friends after school for ice cream later today. SG was over last night and pulled him aside to see if he needed a little pocket money. I was at the kitchen table so Willow would use my fingers to do the adding for her math homework, but I overheard a little of the conversation:
MyKid: Naw, it’s okay. I’ve got two dollars, and the minicone is a dollar. I’m good.
SG: Yeah. But what if she wants a milkshake?
MyKid, taking the cash, and SG, in unison: SHE GETS IT.