The Setup
We have this little ritual each morning before school. I wake her up at 6, then head downstairs to my office, or if I've already been up and going for awhile as is often the case I head back to my office. She takes care of her own breakfast, showers and primps. When she gets ready to head out for school around 7:15 she comes down on the way to the garage to remind me to feed the cats and to tell me what's going on after school, etc, etc.
Now, most other people hate mornings. I love 'em. And not just because I get more work done between 6 and 9am than I do the rest of the day. I love mornings mainly because when I read the mail from overnight I get my previous day's sales totals and also see all of the orders that came in over night. It's a great way to start off your day! I actually get joy out of entering sales totals into Quickbooks, which I do every day before 6:30.
The last couple of years as she's gotten more aware of financial stuff (she's 18 and going off to college this year, so it's time!) she's started greeting me on school mornings with "So how much did we make last night while we slept?" To which I always reply "Well, you apparently didn't make anything, but I made <insert some dollar amount>."
It's kind of a running gag. I promised her several years ago that if she went to college and got herself a degree, in what I don't much care, I'd either retire and hand my business over to her or help her build one for herself if I'm not yet ready to cut back. She knows I'm serious on that one so she's taking a bigger interest in just how much money it all makes from day to day, week to week and month to month.
This morning she startled me because she was up far earlier than normal for a Saturday. She was up early because she had an appointment to get her hair done and had to make it for 9am with it being Prom day. I certainly wasn't expecting her to come trundling down the stairs at 7:30 to fill me in on the days plans. But being a good kid that's what she does.
When she gets done giving me the schedule she asks the question I never get on a Saturday. "So dadda, how much did we make last night while we slept?" Then, before I could get out my standard answer she adds, "I hope it was a lot, because I've spent a fortune on Prom and need more money put in my account for tonight!"
Kids, gotta love 'em.Evidently she'd not used her ATM card yesterday. Cuz if she had she'd have seen that I'd already transferred over a few thou to shore her up yesterday morning so I wouldn't have to worry about running to the bank this morning.
