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August 13, 2010

My 7 year old:  “Mommy, my birthday is in sixteen days! I am so excited!

Me:  “I know sweety, what would you like for your birthday this year?

My 7 year old:  “Same thing as last year…..CASH!”

Me:  “But Meir, you never spent last year’s cash. Don’t you want a present, something you can play with? What do you need cash for anyways?”

My 7 year old:  “I’m saving up for a house. Maybe a car.”

Me:  “Meir, you’re 7. You don’t need to start saving for a house. When you grow up and get a job, then you can buy a house with the money you earn working.”

My 7 year old:  “But mommy, the economic recession is bad, there might not be any jobs left by the time I grow up.”

Me:  “What do you want to do when you grow up?”

My 7 year old:  “I don’t like to cook….. I like baking though!”

Me:  “Great, you can open up your own Bakery!”

My 7 year old:  “I need my older brother to help me with that. Maybe my sister too.”

Me:  “I’m sure they’d be happy to help you, you can call it- Meir’s Bakery!”

My 7 year old:  “So, no cash this year?”

Me:  “ I don’t think so.”

My 7 year old:  “How bout an I-pad, an electric car and a huge water slide instead?”

Me:  “How ‘bout twenty bucks?  For the Bakery of course.”

My 7 year old:  “Done.”

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