Posts Tagged ‘money’


Its Sunday afternoon. We’re leaving the indoor pool from Toryn’s make-up swimming lessons. Normally after lessons during the week, Nariah goes to Subway for dinner. She asks can we do Subway for lunch. Toya replies “Subway is for people who actually get IN the water, did you get in the water?
No… but can we still get it? I’m hungry.
Toryn can get Subway, but I don’t think he wants any, so we’re gonna eat at home.
Please, I would really like some Subway.
Daddy bought a lot of groceries last night, we’re gonna eat at home.
That’s right, I spent $228 dollars last night at Giant, we have plenty of food to eat at home.
There’s about a 4 second moment of silence in the back seat, but you can hear the gears turning in her brain.

I was gonna suggest that you use mommy’s money to get Subway…

This girl gets her manipulation on!

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I’m cleaning out my voicemail on my cell phone and I come to this one from Nariah that has me cracking up.

Hi daddy! Its Nariah! Um… I’m calling because I left my elmo purse in your car. I need it. Can you bring it inside when you come home? It has my money in it. I really need my elmo purse.

Toya chimes in from the background.
We called to say we love you!
No I didn’t…. I want my purse!  Bye daddy!

Hahahahahahaahah. I guess she knows what she wants.


Mommy, can I have an American Girl doll?

I don’t know about you guys, but that’s a dreaded question to hear nowadays. For those of you new to the parenting game, these are dolls that your child can get to look just like her and they can even get matching clothes so your daughter can look just like her doll. All this for only a hundred plus dollars. Oh don’t get the personalized book and many different accessories, then you’re rounding out the two hundred dollar range!  Before you write me off as being mean or ignorant to the joys of being a girl growing up, I’m just trying to figure out what does all this money get you. Maybe I’m wrong and somebody can “learn” me the ways. Do these dolls talk, or poop, or eat, or walk, or read your stories, or even blink? I just want to know what all this money is getting me my daughter. Regardless of the pending damage to my wallet size, the American Doll inquiry was indeed quite humorous.

Nariah and Toya are eating breakfast when she asked the aforementioned dreaded question.
Ummm, I don’t know baby, maybe we can talk about it for your birthday?
My Birthday? Well how far away is that?
Well, why don’t we use math to figure it out?

After counting down, they figure out its only over a hundred days away. Nariah isn’t to pleased with that.
Well, how many months is it then?

They count it down to 6 months.
6 months? We’re gonna have to find another special occasion day then, that’s too long to wait mommy!
Well, you have Christmas
Yeah, Christmas! Can we get one Christmas?!?!?!?
Well, then again, if Santa brings you one, then you won’t be able to have the joy of seeing your American Girl made in front of you at the store.
(Yeah Toya, way to fight back, kill the joy with disappointment!)
**silence**
(I think it worked!)
Part of the joy is creating the doll in the store, kinda like a Build-a-Bear. Wouldn’t you want that instead of Santa bringing it to you? It might not be how you want it.
Hmmmm, that’s ok…. I’m writing Santa a letter NOW!!!!!
(Nope…. didn’t work)

Keep in mind the “NOW” was the “yeah buddy, I’m getting an American Doll” type now. LOL.
Whoever came up with this idea is a very very very smart (and rich) person.
I think I’m going to come up with some “Broke Parent” dolls for these kids to buy to go along with their American Girl dolls.  That way they can have a true american family. We’ll see if between now and birthday or Christmas time if Nariah’s focus changes…