Little J has a big heart. Always has and I hope he always will. He's a little rough and tumble around the edges, but deep down he has a pretty big sensitive side.
Lately Miss C's friends at school have been talking about American Girl Dolls. Miss C doesn't have one and I've resisted getting her one because she is just really not that into dolls. She has had dolls over the years, but usually they are played with once maybe twice and then banished to the dark depths of her closet under a mountain of clothes. With the steep price tag, we just haven't had any interest in getting one for her. Since her friends have been talking about it, she's really put on the hard core press to get one. Of course I've tried distracting her, but ultimately she's decided that she is going to save her money to buy one.
After counting what she has in her piggy bank, we calculated she's about $20 short. Over the past couple of weeks we've had several discussions about an allowance and ways she can earn money. Of course none of that is fast enough for her and she is not afraid to express her opinion to me on that one. Never-the-less, we haven't caved and are really trying to impress the value of working hard, earning your own money, and buying the things you really want with it. We've even talked about the value of saving money and using some of what you saved to help others. She doesn't really love that part right now because she realizes she needs to have more than what it costs to buy the doll because there has to be money left over in savings. But at least it's been a good lesson.
Over the past several weeks, she has also started this system of passing notes back and forth. She taped envelopes on all of our doors (the mailboxes) and at night we slip little notes back and forth to each other. Even Little J gets in on the fun. A couple of nights ago, she came to me and said there was $3 in her mailbox and wanted to know if I put it there. I didn't and thought that maybe J had done it. Well, the next night, there was another couple of dollars. Finally I asked J if he was the one stuffing money in her mailbox. He wasn't either. Then it dawned on me that sweet Little J had been taking money out of his own piggy bank and giving it to her so that she could get that American Girl Doll. How sweet is he?! I hope he never grows out of that. Of all the things with him, that just made my heart burst. I'm so proud of the little guy he's become :)