The girls have become financial tycoons.
Every single day they and their gaggle of friends come up with some way to try to get money out of us. It's mostly been shops, though this weekend it was a combo of dance performance and concession stand. Not too surprising when you consider what we do for a living, I suppose. And their performances are always top notch, complete with twirling, banging on a keyboard, curtsies and yes, even blown kisses to the applauding crowd (read, Me and the Mister). The concession stand, while adorable, does make me grumble a bit. See, I've already paid for the cheese and crackers for which you're attempting to collect, kid.
Mark, who is clearly the much nicer parent of us two, went and found some coins and dropped them into Lily's eager hand. This lead to Anya throwing a wee fit at Lily about the fact that nobody ever gives her money. So Lily divided the coins and paid her performer off. Anya, seeing the effectiveness of such a fit, repeated it to her father who also paid her.
I'll give you one guess as to the result.
It took all of thirty seconds for both girls to be yelling at each other about their money and another thirty seconds before the kicking started.
Money makes you crazy, indeed.
When it was pointed out to Lily that she never actually spends her money, her impassioned reply was, "But I like just having it!" Me too, kid. It does make me feel safe to know there are piles of coins in a special place, just in case. But at five and seven, I'm afraid of what this means.
How do we teach kids about the value of money without teaching them to overvalue money, to the point they end up kicking their sister and collapsing into tears? Does rational thought come with age? Considering the State of the Stock Market, that doesn't seem a safe bet.
How do you or would you handle financial education? I'm in desperate need for some tips, yo.