All weekend, Elliott has been planning what police and mountain police lego sets he wants next. He’s literally approached me a dozen times, with lego books in hand, with various plans for when he’s going to get which set when and how he’ll either earn the money or maybe get a gift. Unfortunately for him, he’s spent most of his birthday and Christmas money – he began the weekend with just $19. I offered that he could earn an allowance this summer, but he wanted to start earlier. So, he unloaded the dishwasher twice for me and got $1 each time, so he’s up to $21. (He declined emptying two bathroom trashes for a quarter – what?!? only a quarter?!?)
Tonight, when we were cuddling before bed, he said “In my journal, I wrote that I got the lego police set.”
Me: “You wrote that you actually got it?”
Elliott: “Yeah, there wasn’t anything else from this weekend that I wanted to write about.”
Me: “Well, then you wrote fiction.”
Elliott: “Well, but yeah, but I didn’t want to write about anything else from this weekend.”
Me: “You could have wrote that you unloaded the dishwasher to earn more for the lego police station.”
Elliott: “I don’t want the word ‘dishwasher’ in my journal!”