This evening, I had this conversation with Nina:
Nina: "Mom, I found your ticket, and I put it with your papers."
Me: "ticket? what kind of ticket?"
Nina: "Like D's ticket. The one you give to D" (D is our teenage next door neighbor who cuts our grass.)
<thinking...thinking... perhaps D came around selling raffle tickets?>
Me: "What kind of ticket was it? What was it for?"
Nina: "Like when he cuts the grass. You give him a ticket."
AHHHHH... that would be a ten dollar bill. Apparently, the poor child does not know what a dollar bill is. She knows change well since she always seems to have a purse full of it, but she so often sees us paying for things with credit or debit cards that a working knowledge of paper money has eluded her. Sounds like it is time to give that girl an allowance... of tickets, of course.
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