Day 232
09 January 2010
Last March, my daughter decided that she wanted a scooter. I said no. Why? Because she had just had a birthday, and been given a crazy amount of presents. She was not happy. We decided that she could have the scooter if she could save up for it. We started giving her 20p every day as long as she agreed to make her bed, tidy her room, and be kind each day. If she didn't, she wouldn't get the dosh. Every now and then, she would get extra for being really helpful, or if we were going somewhere special she would be given some spending money, and she would choose to save or spend it. Often, she would spend a little, and save the rest.
Today we counted up her money, and she had more than enough to buy her prized toy. We went to Cloud 9 in the town, my coat pocket weighted down heavily with gold and silver coins. She bought her scooter, then we went along the seafront in the bitterly cold wind, as sunset was approaching.
She's not sure what she wants to save up for, this time, but we really know that she has a will of iron!
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