We really should be giving a few points here for independent work.
It’s Halloween week! Trick-or-treat… and I’ll be giving away three days of new comics as the spooky days rolls through. In the meantime, I was inspired by her efforts to choose a costume this year, mostly from the zombie remains of costumes-past.
Ultimately, we went out and got her something new… but A+ for effort, kiddo!
Dad: No, really! It's a great Halloween costume. I'm just bad at guessing.
Truthfully, I’ve had banking on my mind lately. The kid finally had a need to sit down and open a checking account a couple weeks ago, which meant the full deal serious money chat including an hour at our local branch reading over paperwork and signing her name onto contracts.
All that said and done though, getting over that mental hump that a number on website is just as valid as currency as is a fistful of twenty dollar bills… it’s been a cognitive leap for the kid.
“But now I’m broke, dad! I have no more money.”
“No… you just put it in the bank. Look at your balance.”
“I know… but now I don’t have any money. The bank has it all…”
“They’re just keeping it for you.”
“But I don’t have ANY money.”
“You have more money than you need. You have more than a hundred dollars.”
…and then back to the beginning of this conversation and repeat over and over and over…
I tried to tell her that it really is a PUNderfulife.
It’s fair to say –that at multiple points in this fatherhood journey– no matter how good my intentions, no matter how carefully I ponder my words before they emerge from my lips, no matter how much I think humour is the best way to turn around someone’s mood, it’s fair to say… even my biggest fan is not gonna like one or two of my jokes.
Girl: what does mom usually say when you need to be more serious about her feelings?