It's Lucrative Being a Kid

Alec had a great day at school today making choc chip cookies. None of the other kids would try them but him. So selfless of him to volunteer to be the tester like that. That's Alec all over. Always doing things for other people. And his gob.

Meanwhile Bobby ran to me (this is a rare occurence because it involves exerting some effort) after school with the exciting announcement that his tooth, which has wobbled for 3 weeks, is finally out.

Walking back to the car, the debate on whether he should be allowed access to the Internet via DS was waived in favour of a more pressing issue - what the going rate would be from the tooth fairy.

"Dara's tooth fairy gave him ten pounds for his!"

I stifled a 'TEEENNNNN POUNDS?!!!?!' and instead ventured: "Was it a gold tooth?"

"No."

"Ah well you see it's a bit of a postcode lottery with tooth fairies. Heald Green fairies aren't very rich, you tend to get a pound round here, whereas Wilmslow fairies give a lot more. He must live in Wilmslow."

Believe it or not, he seemed to accept this. That's two quid already for the ten 'good boy' stars this week (for doing independence stuff like pouring own cereal - and managing to get it inside the bowl). Plus another quid thanks to the tooth.

Immediately he shook his Thomas money box out over the spare bed and decided he was rich enough to download some DS game  involving a miaowing cat.

Life's a breeze when earning is this easy.