Emma, contemplating eating a not-quite-ripe apple. Decided against it- to avoid getting her dress dirty. Priorities Emma: Mom- can we move back to Illinois? There just isn't anything that great here. I miss living by Grammy and my friends out there
Mom: Sorry Emma- there's this great thing here called dad's job- and there aren't really any jobs near Grammy.
Emma: Who needs a job- I just want to play all the time.
And that, my friends, is why we need to do a better job at teaching her about money and bills and house payments and things. One day, sooner rather than later, probably.
Mom: Sorry Emma- there's this great thing here called dad's job- and there aren't really any jobs near Grammy.
Emma: Who needs a job- I just want to play all the time.
And that, my friends, is why we need to do a better job at teaching her about money and bills and house payments and things. One day, sooner rather than later, probably.
My parents felt the same way at one point, and I remember they started to bring the budget, etc. into our family councils for discussion. Actually, I think it was a good thing!
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(She looks beautiful, by the way...)
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Let them eat cake, Emma. Let them eat cake. But oh, the sweet innocence and love for her Grammy!
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