We spent the better part of the night before E's birthday trying to get her to go to bed. Because, much like Christmas, we had to have presents ready to be out on the table for her when she gets up. We started doing this when she turned 3 and we were trying to get rid of the pacifier. She came out into the dining room to see presents assembled the morning of her birthday and she had to make a choice between getting the birthday presents and being a big girl or keeping the pacifier. She begrudgingly gave up the pacifier once she saw that there were presents from grandma there, too (and grandma gives the BEST presents).
Anyway, this year, she was bored waiting for bedtime to come, and we had turned off the tv for the night, so she was spending her time pontificating on what she might get off of her birthday list. This is part of the conversation that took place:
E: If I get birthday money from grandma, I think I'm going to keep 1 dollar and give the other 9 dollars to someone else. Maybe someone who is poor.
Me: That's very kind of you, kid.
E: Okay, so who's poor?
I realize in the typing that it does lose something as a written conversation.
Also, we convinced her to give her money to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.
And, ironically, she's not getting birthday money from grandma, because grandma was here and they ordered an American Girl doll for birthday/Christmas 2 weeks ago.
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