Money and the Kid
I wrote
earlier about the difficulty of trying to teach
one’s kid the value of money. And it just keeps getting worse: these days, even
kids in the 7-9 age bracket compare how much money their parents have!
After
one such discussion, my 8 yo came to me, and without any hope whatsoever,
asked, “Do we have at least 1 crore rupees?”. Apparently, that’s the minimum amount to be part of the kids’ club
downstairs. If she’s ejected from her group, then she’ll be at home in the
evenings. And if she’s at home, she’ll chew our brains out. So, I reasoned, the
smart course of action was to say, “Yes, we have a crore”. Pariah status averted.
A few
months later, she noticed a car with a moon roof and asked if we could buy one
too. “No, we don’t have the money”, I replied. “Why”, she countered, “I thought
you said we have a crore”. That she can remember, but try to get her to
study…
More
recently, she came home one evening all riled up. Turns out they were all
setting up stalls downstairs for an apartment celebration. One set of friends
wanted to sell lemonade and make money. My daughter and her friend, on the
other hand, wanted to, er, give away bookmarks. “We’re just kids”, she railed,
“We want to have a stall just to have fun.” And then she switched into the Old
Testament God mode, pouring fire and brimstone on the lemonade kid:
“All that girl
thinks of is money, money, money.”
And
then cranked up the scorn quotient a few notches:
“As if she has to
make money for her family. Hmmmph.”
So is
this the light at the end of the tunnel? Where my daughter stops caring so much
about “money, money, money”? Or was this just a kid saying something to sound
righteous and morally superior? I suspect it’s the latter, but one can always
hope…
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