Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Don't think I'll be getting Mother of the Year for this one...episode 9

On Monday, we had absolutely no food in our house other than an odd assortment of things that would not equal a lunch for school-bound Ella (although, she probably wouldn't have been the only kid there with 2 dried up baby carrots, a half-eaten granola bar, and 3 semi-crushed fritos) I told her that she would just have to buy that day because I really needed to go to the store. I went to my purse where all I could find was a bunch of pennies and a five dollar bill.
Hmmm...didn't really want to send a 5 in for the lunch that costs $2.25 because then I'll have to remember how much extra she has for the next time she buys and that's just too hard for my feeble mind. Then I remembered that the other night I saw Ella sorting her "bank" which consists of the spare change that she finds around here. Score! I found her box with the money so I grabbed out the crumpled, wadded up dollar bill she had in there and 5 quarters. I tossed the stash in her backpack and walked her to school.
After school, I asked her how the day had went. She said it was fine. I asked how her lunch was. She said it was good but that she couldn't pay for her lunch. I asked what she meant by "couldn't pay for lunch." She said that she handed the cashier the dollar and change but that she handed the dollar back to her and told her that she couldn't take it.
Couldn't take the dollar? Why?
Ella said it was only worth 50 cents. To which I said "What? Only worth 50 cents---what do you mean? It's a dollar. A dollar's a dollar." Ella then went on to explain that it was only worth 50 cents because she and Luke both found the dollar at the same time and both wanted it. They solved this little dilemma by ripping it in half so each could have 50 cents. The same dollar I grabbed without really looking at before handing to Ella to pay for her lunch.
No food in the house for lunch AND I'm trying to rip off the school with my ripped-in-half dollar that I stole out of my kids piggy bank. Sigh.


Nicole said...

OMG! This cracked me up!!!!

Alice ~ Folk Art Primitives said...

Cracked me up, too! Some days we're just lucky to have or clothes on right side out!!!

Alice ~ Folk Art Primitives said...

Seems like I left the "u" out of the word "our" ~ I can't spell either!!

Tori :) said...

OMG. Please tell me you sent her to school dressed like that, too. Because that would be the best. Especially because about 85%-90% of that stuff she has on was either from me or purchased/made for an event that had something to do with me. ;)

Rachael said...

Certainly the valiant effort is worth some sort of award, or reward!

Anonymous said...

Anna Rose, put the 5 in her piggy bank right now. From now on, leave her money alone or else you'll have to listen to another "when I was a little boy" story.

Annie said...

Dad--I'm not putting that 5 in her bank because they'll just rip it in half for 2.50 each. Just sayin.

Tori :) said...

I like how your dad always posts as "Anonymous," and you always call him out by naming him as "Dad" when replying to his posts.

Con said...

Nobody else calls her " Anna Rose" so it's pretty easy to tell when it's her Dad:)

Tori :) said...

Oh, true. I can always tell when it's him even if he doesn't call her Anna Rose. But, for some reason, it's just extra funny to me when she calls him out. I think because I can hear their voices in my head when I read their back-and-forth comments. ;)