Telephone call

[xiphias]

Winter Rose: Hey, Uncle Ian -- I LOST MY FIRST TOOTH!!
Ian: That's awesome, Winter! What are you going to do with it?
Winter: I'm going to go home to Vermont, and, on Sunday, I'm going to put it under my pillow, and I'm going to go to sleep, and the Tooth Fairy will give me money for it!
[Winter had previously determined that, as Leila and I got 25 cents per tooth, and her friend in Vermont got $2, that the Tooth Fairy paid more money in Vermont than in the Boston area, so determined that, if her tooth DID fall out while she was visiting her grandparents here, she'd hang on to it and redeem it when she got back home.]
Ian: That's great. And then you can buy seeds with the money and plant them in your garden!
Winter: Yeah. . . are you coming over, Uncle Ian?
Ian: No, I'm sorry. I have to work tonight.
Winter: Oh. Why?
Ian: Because I need the money.
Winter: I have six dollars you can have if you want.
Ian: Thank you, Winter, but I need more than that.
Winter: What do you need it for?
Ian: Well, for one thing, the mortgage on the house.
Winter: How much is that?
Ian: One thousand, eight hundred dollars a month.
Winter: [beat] Okay, bye!

Comments

[banshee99.livejournal.com]

Well, you can't beat her logic. *grins*

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

She told us that "You would have to lose eight teeth in Boston to make as much money as I would get for one tooth in Vermont."

She's six, and she's really good at arithmetic.

[mattblum.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should try to explain inflation to her, and that 25 cents when you were her age would be worth more today.

It would only be worth about 60 cents, I realize, but that's still more.

OK, I thought a had a point. Anyway, Winter sounds like a great kid, and you seem to be a really good uncle.