Yesterday in chapel, Mr. D., the principal, was asking the students to come up front and write on the white board words or phrases to describe their moms. The kids were very sweet and wrote things like cool, nice, appreciates me, believes in God, understanding, and loves plants. Josh was very actively trying to get called on and I thought, "How sweet. He really wants to write something about me." I was wondering what he might write and hoped he would get to go up. Finally he got his chance. As he was writing, he blocked the board and I couldn't see but I waited with anticipation to see the loving, sweet thing that my dear son would write about me. Would he say that I was fun or kind or a good cook? Would he say that I read to him or helped him with homework or taught him things? Then he stepped away and there on the white board, for all the school to see, in his first grade printing, was, "has a lot of money." "HAS A LOT OF MONEY!?!?" First of all, why does he think I have a lot of money? Apparently he wasn't there when I balanced the checkbook Tuesday. And secondly, why of all the possible things he could think of to describe me, does he come up with "has a lot of money?" Just so you all know, I do not, in fact, have a lot of money. I have enough money to pay the bills and feed and clothe our family and occasionally go out to eat. And with out tax refund last week we bought the boys new bikes to replace the ones that they outgrew over the winter. But I do not have A LOT of money.
But I guess to the boy who waits with very little patience for his $2.00 allowance each week, a lot could really be, like $20. And I do have $20. So I guess he was right.