After the Easter morning basket-ravaging was over, I headed upstairs to pick out the kids’ Easter Sunday best. Just when I opened Eva’s dresser drawer, two sleepy cats’ heads poked out and blinked at me.
Most mothers would probably shoo the cats away, appalled at the thought of cat hair all over their kids’ clean clothes. I thought it was the greatest thing ever.
When I ran downstairs, the first kid I bumped into was Tyler. “Go upstairs and look in Eva’s dresser drawer,” I instructed him. “You’re going to love this!”
His eyes grew wide before he bolted toward the stairs, leaving a trail of skid marks across a wall-to-wall carpet of green grass filler. But when he returned, he looked like someone just pissed on the grand finale to his fireworks display.
“Didn’t you see?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “All I saw were the cats.”
“But that’s what you were supposed to see,” I said, confused as ever. Two cats snuggled up in a dresser drawer…what could be better than that?
To make a long story short, he was hoping an Indiana Jones Xbox video game would be waiting for him in that dresser drawer. The Easter Bunny didn’t come through for him this year. It seems maintaining the salary of a full-time nanny hit even the bottom of the Easter Bunny’s pockets, and as Ashley herself wouldn’t fit in any of the baskets, they were looking pretty scanty.
To take his mind off the disappointment, I handed him his grandparents’ Easter cards, sent with love from their winter homes in Florida. In each card were Easter blessings, tales of the Resurrection and a five dollar bill.
“It’s a dollar,” Tyler shrugged after emptying his envelope.
“Actually, it’s five dollars,” I corrected. “See the number ‘5’? That means this one bill is worth five hundred pennies.”
His mouth dropped like every slot machine in a casino tipped over and purged a mountain range of gold coins right there across the floor.
“Why, this is enough to feed a village,” he cried. “We can take this money and provide homes for the homeless. Toys for the less privileged. We can sponsor a child all the way through college!”
OK, he didn’t really say that. But based on the posts from proud parents I’ve read on Facebook over the years, this is the sort of thing kids say. Right?
What he really said was, “FIVE HUNDRED PENNIES! That means I can buy FIVE HUNDRED Indiana Jones video games!”
The thing is, despite his shameless greed on a holy day, after seeing that face full of anticipation melt into disappointment, I couldn’t help but to wish that five dollars would buy him exactly that. At least, more than a Big Mac and Coke.
Having to explain the birds and the bees to my kids some day will be no problem. Having to explain inflation is going to be a whole ‘nother story.