My husband and I hope our middle son uses his smarts for good and not evil.
We’re not optimistic. At 7-years-old, F. has molded his little brother as his first minion.
Tonight, he’s trying to convince A. to give him his hard-earned allowance.
Each week my boys have the potential to earn one dollar if they complete a list of daily jobs. Practice piano. Feed the dog. Make their bed. If they don’t do each task, they don’t earn the money. They’re averaging about 75-cents.
“Mommmm! A. is going to give me all his money,” F. tells me.
“No, he’s not.”
I turn to A. “No, you’re not.”
“Mom,” A. whines, clearly exacerbated with me. “I’m being kiiiiind.”
How do you argue with that?