It’s two days ago. The girl is with me in my office and notices my computer monitor, which shows my post about the purchase of a replacement for the lost stuffed javelina (named Java).
“Is there really a $7.95 reward??” she asks.
“Well, it was kind of a joke.” And then. reasoning that the chances I’ll have to pay up are pretty slim, I say, “Sure. If you find Java, I’ll give you $7.95.”
Happy with my answer, she leaves my office, and I return to whatever I was doing.
Not three minutes later – I repeat, not three minutes later (and this is where I’d like y’all to please remember that we spent days looking for that damn javelina) – she comes back and plops Java on my desk. Triumphant. Proud.
Wanting her 7 blippin’ 95.
(Didn’t we all know this would happen?)
This whole time, Java was hanging out in one of the toy baskets in her room. Where we looked at least twice.
Anyone want to try to tell me that my daughter isn’t motivated by money?
And now, the old Java and his replacement are safely (happily?) in The Boy’s classroom.
Probably planning the next escape.