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Money, Money, Money......MONEY!

Last night we had a financial guy come over and visit with us. Before he arrived I sat down and made a balance sheet. You know, adding up all the debts and assets. I briefly wondered into which catagory I should put the children and then decided they should be both a debt and an asset. They are both.

They're definitely an asset during tax time. Four nice deductions to be taken off our income tax. However, I think you should be able to deduct the ENTIRE amount of money each child has cost you over the course of the year. I'd even be willing to keep receipts for that! Then of course there is the pain and suffereing they cause. I'm not certain there's a way to put a dollar price on that, but I'm willing to try. Of course the joy they bring would cancel out any debt liability they may incur, so it could be a toss up for my girls. For my son? I'd make a mint off of him. He's insane.

He and his cousins (Cody and Cameron, who spent the last couple of days with us) had a running air gun pellet or something battle in my house last night. Three teenagers over six feet tall, racing around the house, up and down the stairs, slamming doors, throwing pillows at each other and one of them shooting all the others. Cameron showed off his arm with the big red welt on it.

"Look what your son did to me!!"
"Mmm hmm" ( I continued typing on the computer)
"HEY!"
I looked up. Sure enough, a welt the size of small plate was on his elbow and forearm.
"Ooooh, pretty! You must be so proud!"
"You should see what I did to him!"
"Mmm Hmm"

Sometime during or perhaps after, they had a grape fight as well. I kept finding squashed grapes on the floor.

See what I mean? A debt. Although this time at least there was no ER visit due to massive stupidity overload.

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