Yesterday, Kristie was on her laptop paying bills and, as my dad used to call it, "balancing the checkbook," even though it was all on line and we pay very little with an actual check book anymore. (Yes, she is one who likes to balance it to the penny; I was just happy to be within $20).
"Mom?" Kenzie asked, dressed as Spider-Man, as she prowled through our dining room. "What are you doing?"
"I'm paying bills dear," she replied.
"Why?" Kenz asked in her typical inquisitive-over-everything fashion.
"Well, dear we have to pay for the car, our house, our cable, our electricity," Kristie explained. Then she smiled and added, "Nothing is for free dear."
Kenzie thought for a moment and then said, "Yes, there is. That Play Dough!"
Sure enough, several months ago we were in Target and a woman was handing out free small containers of neon colored Play Dough.
Ah, enjoy it Kenz. The good old days when you can delight in a free sample of Play Dough won't last forever!