September 8, 2010
Fair Trade Goods
On Friday, my daughter got to pick three items out of her teacher's treasure chest.
"Look what I got!" she said proudly the minute she got into the car. She held out two fruit-flavored Jolly Ranchers (hard candy) for my inspection.
"Excellent choices," I replied. "But I thought you got to pick three things," I continued, slightly confused. My math skills are not so good, but I can still count up to ten. On occasion.
My daughter told me that she gave her third Jolly Rancher to the girl standing next to her in the parent pick-up line.
"That was very nice of you," I said proudly. I commended my daughter for doing something that I probably wouldn't do myself. When it comes to candy, I have a sharing problem.
"Look what she gave me in return!" my daughter replied, opening up her backpack. Inside was the contents of an entire pet store.
It was hard to keep the car on the road.
"You made a very good trade, but you are going to have to give all of those animals back to your new friend," I told her.
Everyone the car had a hard time understanding why I would demand such a senseless thing.
"I don't know what to tell you other than that I am a mean mom," I told the angry mob.
"You owe me a piece of candy then," my daughter said as she handed over the booty.
I nodded my head. That request seemed rational.
"Actually you owe me fifteen Little Pet shop animals," she said, changing her mind.