As a public school child in the 70’s, my Valentine’s Day often ended in tears. I remember digging into my optimistically large brown paper bag in first grade to find only three envelopes, even though my mother had insisted I fill out mass-produced cards for every child in my class. “No one likes me!” I […]
My five and seven year old daughters both started receiving an allowance a few months ago. Zoe gets $1 a week and Ella gets $1.50, one quarter of which goes into their tzedakah boxes. So far, neither of them has chosen to buy anything with her savings, but yesterday, Zoe asked me to take her to buy a few take-apart erasers at a nearby store. Ella didn’t want to go, and was grouchy that Zoe wouldn’t wait for another day – so grouchy, in fact, that she.tried to
blackmail strongly persuade Zoe into staying home. Zoe didn’t bite.