Work. Janie feeds the dogs and shuttles them to the dog run each morning. Jack empties the dishwasher. On Saturdays Daddy pays them. Money. REAL money.
He parses it out in neat stacks. Tithe. Save. Spend. They carry around slips of green and clanking change in zip bags. They roll and unroll them in sweaty hands and wad them into pockets. We find the tattered bags tucked under bunk bed boards, down couch cushions, half emptied in Lulies gentle care.
Bananas. They buy bananas. Janie labels them with Sharpie.
They eat banana after banana until each bunch disappears. Bananas all their own, the sweet joy slides down into their tummies.
4 comments:
This is priceless! How much longer until they've made their own money outside the home to do with as they please? I looove little ones :)
It's funny, they've never even thought of that yet! 'Course now that they've tasted the fruit of their labor, it probably won't be long. :)
It's so funny that they chose bananas!
I love their choices. Possibly this is because they don't watch tv. If you don't know what is out there, you don't want it. :)
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