Every time we go to Dillons or Wal-Mart or Target--even the mere mention of heading to the store--G’s and Little Missy’s eyes get big and they excitedly ask if they can get something. “Something” being anything from candy and gum to fruit snacks to a toy from the Dollar Spot. Sometimes they‘re feeling extra brave and they ask for a big toy. Sadly the answer to that one is always no.
 I get why they ask, I really do. I think I missed out on a lot in my childhood by not having the courage to ask. So their asking doesn’t really bother me. But asking over and over and over again does. Especially while I’m trying to corral them behind me in the store while pushing Baby Chickadee in the cart as I’m looking for the items I need. My brain cannot do that many things at once.
 I finally took a step back and realized their incessant questioning was because of my indefinite answers. A “Not today” or “Not right now” never satisfies them, so they always respond with a “Tomorrow?” or “When?” Both valid questions. I’m a planner in my life, so the promise of a treat hanging over me is no good. I like to know the day, the minute, I’m going to get that treat.
 I talked it over with Hubby and we decided the best thing was an allowance. Perfect. Now my stock answer can always be a variation of “Did you bring your money? You can definitely buy that if you have enough money.” Woot! The pressure is off me!
 But how do we hand out their allowance? There are different schools of thought on this, and I can understand both arguments. For me and Hubby, though, we decided that they’re going to earn their allowance. We’re raising good little capitalists around here..
 So we copied my friend Laurie and started the Marble System. For every chore they complete they get marbles based on how well they completed their chore, then every Friday they turn in those marbles for cash.
 G immediately understood the plan and rushed off to complete chores and get marbles. Good boy. Work hard and get extra money. Little Missy caught on after watching her brother in action.
 Now their favorite past-time is counting those marbles. Last night G pointed to the marbles as his daddy walked by. “Daddy! Look at all my marbles!!”
 Hubby responded with the sad truth: “That’s gonna cost me.” The flip-side to raising good little capitalists is that it costs us money.