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The boys have been learning the value of a dollar lately, and ever since the Easter bunny hid eggs with coins in them, have been counting and re-counting and hoarding like little misers. They decided that the first thing on which they were going to spend their egg-gotten gains was Star Wars III for the X-Box 360. I'm all about those little Lego characters, so I deigned to take them to Wal-Mart (I temporarily un-shunned the douche-y superstore to let the children use some gift cards that they received. It's evidently the price you pay when you love someone.)
It was agreed upon that if the total was above what the gift cards held, I'd take care of it, and they could pay me back when we got to the car, thus disregarding the need to take their empty paint can full of change into the store. It ended up being $5.74 over the gift card total.
(The errand run, the purchasers get back into the car. Ethan checks the receipt and hands Carrie $5.75 from the backseat. She takes it, and after a moment, she hears a throat clear discreetly in her right ear.)
Carrie. What?
Ethan. I need a penny back, please.
Carrie. (thinks about all the times she made the child meals, changed his diaper, nursed him while he was sick, washed his clothes and took him places, then opens her car ashtray, extracts a penny, and shoves it into his hot little hand.) Here.
Ethan. No offense, Mom. It's only business.
He's a shark. His father will be so proud.
It was agreed upon that if the total was above what the gift cards held, I'd take care of it, and they could pay me back when we got to the car, thus disregarding the need to take their empty paint can full of change into the store. It ended up being $5.74 over the gift card total.
(The errand run, the purchasers get back into the car. Ethan checks the receipt and hands Carrie $5.75 from the backseat. She takes it, and after a moment, she hears a throat clear discreetly in her right ear.)
Carrie. What?
Ethan. I need a penny back, please.
Carrie. (thinks about all the times she made the child meals, changed his diaper, nursed him while he was sick, washed his clothes and took him places, then opens her car ashtray, extracts a penny, and shoves it into his hot little hand.) Here.
Ethan. No offense, Mom. It's only business.
He's a shark. His father will be so proud.
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