"I have an idea about what to do with the money in my piggy bank," Lauren announced this morning from Daddy's side of the bed.
"Oh." I replied nonchalantly. "What is it?"
"Well..." she said thoughtfully, grinning at her sister. "I think we should take some monies out of it so that we can go to McDonalds more."
"Ah." Last week, we had a conversation about how we could only go to McDonalds for one lunch per week because it is more expensive to eat there than at home. There was something adorable and yet heartbreaking that she was willing to dip into piggy so that she could enjoy some Chicken McNuggets and an apple pie. "We had McDonalds this week already, Lauren. We went there on our way to see Ross and Lars for Halloween."
"Right," she said, "but I didn't get an apple pie."
"That's because we had a choice between an apple pie or Halloween candy. Remember? We can choose 1 sweet dessert per day..." The rules had been bent for Halloween, of course.
"Oh. Well next time we go to McDonalds..."
"Next week. And Mommy will pay, ok? We don't need to take money out of piggy."
"Right. Well, we could take out 8 coins so that we can have ice cream. You know, because ice cream costs 8 coins."
I have no idea if this is correct, or even which 8 coins we're talking about. It would seem even the kiddie-sized cup at Carvel costs more than $2. So I say, "We'll see."
It's really difficult to balance making healthy food choices without labeling some food as "bad".
I guess that appealing to her sense of economy has backfired on me, though. I have to come up with another approach.