Last night, my daughter sat within reaching distance of me. She was on a laptop, and I was on my laptop. After a bit, she tells me, “Check my Facebook status.”
I open a new browser window, log onto Facebook, and find my daughter’s status update.
She wanted more money.
Monday morning started with the wonderful task of writing $230 in checks to send to school with my two oldest children. They each required $100 for the pay to play fee as well as an additional $15 for team photos.
Monday night, my oldest was using her Facebook status to ask for me for even more money.
I didn’t mind. At least she didn’t wait until Tuesday morning during the morning rush when my wallet is usually depleted.
This way, I was able to redirect her request to her father. He forked over $18 this morning, but I still had to pay another $5 — she required dinner since her game would be away.
I never realized back in the day that children get so much more expensive when they get older.
And now, I can say I really am an ATM — I’m digital and everything.
