He came off the school bus holding a tightly wadded up dollar bill. Red warning lights flashed before my eyes again.
"Elisha, where'd you get that?"
Now he does have money (tooth fairy-darn if I received a quarter and was happy with it and these stinking ungrateful hoodlums get $1), but he knows that he's not allowed to take it to school.
"XXXXXX gave it to me"
"He wanted to"
"Elisha, tell me the truth. Why did XXXXXX give you a dollar?"
"Well I didn't want my chips and he did. So I gave them to him. And he wanted to give me a dollar"
"Tomorrow, you will give that dollar back to XXXXX and tell him that you are sorry for taking the dollar from him. If you don't want your chips, you SHARE with him. You. may. not. sell. your. snacks. to. your. friends"
Tears, crying, drama. Dollar sent back to school this morning.
Now I'll have you all know that the chips in question were Pringles, from a
If we let Elisha run corporate America, maybe we wouldn't be in this recession.
And I know you're all waiting with baited breath to see my bathroom redo...I've wimped out on ripping out the vanity myself. Something about moving plumbing and installing brackets into studs has made me a little...nervous. But if you're handy and want to do it for me, please, don't be shy! But I do have other ideas...something might happen tonight. We'll see. Last night I was at Shosh's redoing her pictures. I think her hubby hates me.