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…
Remember, if you get sick at the airport it could be a terminal illness.
It is probably possible to draw some kind of graph that illustrates the usefulness of a kid (or anyone really) in solving a real world problem. On one axis would be a gradient of their willingness to talk to a stranger, driven either by sheer lack on inhibition or perhaps because they personal compelled to reach a solution to a problem. On the other axis would be their general capacity to understand the problem and the nitty-gritty nuances of said quandary.
Unsurprisingly there would a whole region on that graph where the helpful tot would be likely to do more harm than good… no matter how much you love them for the effort.
We hit that region on the graph more frequently these days… and I don’t really know why. A courageous little kid mashing up against the limits of her own comprehension, I suppose. As a good dad, I should applaud the effort even while I’m mopping up the mess.