This morning over breakfast my kid and I were talking about the impending back to school expenses. Not the inevitable tuition fees and unavoidable (and ever increasing) miscallaneous fees but the gel for his hair, the dagdag baon for more snacks, the money for the magazine he buys monthly, and other non-school fees I have to pay during the school year.
I was complaining that everytime he advances a year, he seems to want an increase in allowance. He's almost 12 by the way and ALREADY has a girlfriend. Slut. Kidding. Not. Anyway, I told him that he would have to come up with an alternative way of earning his money instead of always putting a gun to my head. (In his case, it's the adorable way he smiles at me...)
So I suggested that he sell his artwork. He's a whiz when it comes to art. So unlike me. I try and draw something and it always comes out looking like a cockroach. A very ugly and mutated cockroach. Not even a cockroach would recognize it. Get what I mean?
I digress, so... he said he'll think about it because he doesn't know how to go about selling his art. We thought about making him a website but that would be too much hassle. For me. And I already have a lot of things to contend with. Playing webmistress to his online venture would be one job too much.
Then he came up with the brilliant idea of getting paid for chores. Right. Who pays their kids to do stuff around the house???? And then it hit me. My mom. I used to get paid just for sweeping the floor. Crap. My kid has turned into me. And that's not something I am proud of. I don't want him taking the easy way out. Look where that got me!
After a long and drawn out discussion, we came to the agreement that he would forfeit half of his weekly allowance so that it would go straight to his bank (me) and then just make withdrawals whenever he REALLY needs it. Date money excluded. NO DATES UNTIL HE CAN SEND ME ON A TRIP AROUND THE WORLD. Damnit.
He agreed (at this point, he doesn't have a choice) and we happily finished up our lukewarm bulalo. After which he asked me... "Mom, you approve loans right? I need to buy hair gel..."
Susme.
I was complaining that everytime he advances a year, he seems to want an increase in allowance. He's almost 12 by the way and ALREADY has a girlfriend. Slut. Kidding. Not. Anyway, I told him that he would have to come up with an alternative way of earning his money instead of always putting a gun to my head. (In his case, it's the adorable way he smiles at me...)
So I suggested that he sell his artwork. He's a whiz when it comes to art. So unlike me. I try and draw something and it always comes out looking like a cockroach. A very ugly and mutated cockroach. Not even a cockroach would recognize it. Get what I mean?
I digress, so... he said he'll think about it because he doesn't know how to go about selling his art. We thought about making him a website but that would be too much hassle. For me. And I already have a lot of things to contend with. Playing webmistress to his online venture would be one job too much.
Then he came up with the brilliant idea of getting paid for chores. Right. Who pays their kids to do stuff around the house???? And then it hit me. My mom. I used to get paid just for sweeping the floor. Crap. My kid has turned into me. And that's not something I am proud of. I don't want him taking the easy way out. Look where that got me!
After a long and drawn out discussion, we came to the agreement that he would forfeit half of his weekly allowance so that it would go straight to his bank (me) and then just make withdrawals whenever he REALLY needs it. Date money excluded. NO DATES UNTIL HE CAN SEND ME ON A TRIP AROUND THE WORLD. Damnit.
He agreed (at this point, he doesn't have a choice) and we happily finished up our lukewarm bulalo. After which he asked me... "Mom, you approve loans right? I need to buy hair gel..."
Susme.
