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Dollar Therapy


We have found one hole in the fearlessness of Little Sunshine.  Apparently spiders are a no-go.  I had sent her outside to pull weeds from my flower bed, and she returned screaming like a banshee.  When she calmed down enough for me to understand what was going on, she explained (between giants panting huffs of air) "THERE......WAS.......A......GIANT.......SPIDER!!!!"

"Well, why don't you take your shoe and kill it?" I asked.  She gave me a look and said, "What, are you crazy, woman!?!"


Ordinarily, her lack of respect for her mother would have been immediately addressed, but I have to admit I laughed.

So, I told her, "I tell you what, I will give you a quarter for each spider you kill."

She looked contemplatively at me and then stuck out her hand and said, "How about a 50 cent piece?"

I was somewhat surprised she knew a 50 cent piece existed.  Her daddy piped up and said, "How about I offer you a dollar for every 10 spiders you kill?"

She said, "Deal!" and took off to hunt spiders.

It would seem her fears can be cured by Dollar Therapy, however, her negotiation skills may need improvement before she takes on her parents again.  But, she's pretty and we love her!

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