The littleun is ‘fixing’ a car I’m ‘driving’ that broke. He fixed it and asked for payment.

I asked “how much?” and the answer was “five”.

We settled for “three”. Never too soon to teach free market principles.

We’ll use the proceeds to build a charity ward 🙂

One thing I do is let the littleuns know it’s ok to cry and be angry and to come back when the crying is over.

Then we can talk about what all the fuss was about.

Hard to do in public though 😀