On Saturday morning a trip to the bank was made.
Why you ask?
It wasn't for a loan. Or to pull money out of savings to buy me some new living room furniture. Not a chance. Big Daddy is sooooo mean like that.
We had to go to the bank to deposit birthday money that Molly received as gifts. There is a rule at our house, if you are lucky enough to score a gift card for your big day, you can spend it. If cold hard cash is tucked away inside your card ... into your savings account it must go.
Sad but true.
So anyway, as we sat in the car in the bank parking lot, Emily was griping that she couldn't go inside the bank with Big Daddy and Molly. Another rule. Only Big Daddy and the owner of the moo-laa, go inside. Aren't we great? We try to make handing over their birthday stash as exciting as possible. Who wouldn't want us as parents?
Emily: NO FAIR! Molly is going to get a sucker and I won't.
Me: It's Molly's special day. Your day will come. Don't worry.
Emily: Why does Molly have to give her money to the bank anyway?
Me: She's not GIVING it to the bank. The bank is holding it for her. Someday, when you kids are older, you'll have lots of money saved up and you can use it for something GREAT!
Emily: GREAT? Like what?
Me: Well, when you're 16, you might want to buy a car.
Emily: No, I won't want to do that. I don't want a car. I just want my money to buy horses at Target.
Me: Sorry.
Emily: <BIG GROAN accompanied by an eye roll> Why is it that a four year old has this down already? That's just not right!
Me: If you don't want a car, maybe you'll continue to save and when you turn 18 or 20 or 25, you'll want to buy a house.
Emily: I can't buy a house, silly, it would be way too heavy to carry.
Okay then, I suppose we should go withdraw all your money and buy all the horses at Target. Right after you eat that sucker you're sweet little sister brought out to the car for you.
