“Where did you get all that money?!?” I asked my daughter. We were leaving my mother’s house and she had a handful of cash.
“I don’t know. Grandma Evie gave it to me,” she said.
“For what?” I asked. “I’m her son! I didn’t get any money.”
“She asked me to clip some grape vines, and she gave me $30 for it.”
“Thirty dollars!” I replied. No, actually I didn’t “reply.” I spat! A combination of horrified and disgusted. “It only took you like 5 minutes. Why did she give you $30?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe because I had to climb a ladder? Like hazard pay. All I know is I sure wasn’t going to turn down $30.”
Oh, to be a kid again. No, not even a kid. My child is 16. A teenager for sure. But she still makes “kid cash.” You know, when family – and I’m talking grandparents especially – shower you in money for simple, and sometimes silly, reasons.