The other day Emma came home from school with eight dollars in her lunch bag. Note I said lunch “bag” and not box or sack or pail. Bag. Emma keeps them nice for about ten days and then they’re torn and stained and dirty and greasy – I mean, you have to wonder what the hell kids do to their lunch bags these days! So there was actual bills shoved inside amid the tangerine peels and plastic fork and smeared who-knows-what. I asked her where she got the money? Most parents track their children’s funds and when money magically appears, well, there could be some bizarre story waiting on the other end. “I sold my puffles at school.”
Emma had coaxed me into a trip to the crafts store, Joanne’s Crafts, over the weekend and we had purchased these little fuzzy balls and some 3-d stickers. Somewhere she had gotten her hands on some little plastic eyes. I must have bought them but I don’t really remember. How typical! Either way, she assembled these little “puffles,” which she must have modeled after the puffles on Club Penguin. She brought them to school and sold them! Her classmates even made her put them on waiting lists to buy them later! We are talking massive profits here. Eight dollar return on a three dollar investment.
But the proud parent moment came when I happened upon Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds and as soon as Emma heard the music she said, “is that The Birds?” And I said, “yes,” and she said, “will you record for me? I want to watch it too!” That’s my kid!
