I nearly forgot that today is the official Star Wars Day. (The unofficial Star Wars Day for fans is the other 364 days of the year). I can’t believe I came this close to not reminding everyone. Fortunately I have Kacy who keeps me apprised of all the milestones in Science Fiction.

My son York is fifteen and Star Wars is pretty much the most important thing in his life (he has never had a girlfriend, strangely enough). I would like to think that I, his mother, am most important. I only gave him life and read Things That Go three thousand times to him.  You know, nothing special. Nothing like the things Darth Sidious has done for him. But he doesn’t have a corner of his room dedicated to me.


Nor does he have an assortment of posters with my face on them (you guys, this is only two of the Star Wars posters in his room.)

Nor does York have a clock featuring scenes from my life.

So I shall shrug my shoulders and make myself some cookies. Shortbread X-Wing fighter, anyone?

With the holidays coming up I figured we could all use a little tutorial on How-To Tuesday about how to tell your kids that they won’t be getting everything their little hearts desire. Of course you need to know how to do this all year round. If you think you don’t ever need to tell your kids that you can’t afford something then you will end up with some pretty selfish, bratty kids. Please don’t let them anywhere near me. Because if there is one thing I hate it’s kids who are all, “me, me, me”. Which is a surprisingly large number of children these days.

Kids need to be told that you don’t have enough money. Even if you do. Can you imagine the surprise that awaits them when they leave for college without the basic knowledge that you can’t have everything you want? What will their adult lives be like when they’ve grown up not knowing that sometimes you won’t have enough money to buy what you want? Kids don’t learn this unless you teach them.

This is really hard for new parents. I remember when India and York were little and we went to Target for something. They both started asking for toys or some other nonsense. It was the first time they were old enough to actually understand what I was saying. I thought about telling them that were weren’t there to buy toys for them, which was only halfway true. The truth was that we were very financially strapped at the time. So I told them how we didn’t have very much money and if we bought toys we wouldn’t have enough money to buy food too.

I felt like a loser saying that.

The loserest of losers.

The great thing about kids is that they take things at face value. When you tell your three year-old that you don’t have enough money for the doll she wants, she isn’t going to think, “Boy, Dad must have a real dead-end job. Why doesn’t he go back to school and get his MBA or something? I can’t believe he doesn’t have ten lousy dollars. I have no respect for that man anymore.” Instead your child is thinking: “I want that doll. I waaaant that dollllllll! I want that doll now!!!!! What do you mean we have no money? There’s money in your purse! Don’t blab at me, Mom, just buy me the doll! Now!!!! I must have that doll! That doll is my key to happiness!” You get the idea.

But there is no arguing with, “we don’t have enough money.” Begging and pleading are pretty much nipped in the bud.  So not only is it effective, but it gets kids in the habit of thinking about money before asking for things. Which will hopefully lead them to think about money before they buy things as they get older.

If arguing or whining persists, you can always tell kids that they are welcome to write it on a list for Christmas/their birthday– a time when they will be getting presents.  This is how it goes for our Littles if they are being persistently greedy at the store:

Jasper: Mom, can I have this Play-Doh Set?

Mom: I’m sorry, Jasper, I haven’t got enough money for that. I only have enough money to buy the things on my list.

Jasper: But you have lots of money. I saw it in your purse.

Mom: That is all the money I have for food and toilet paper. If we buy your toy we won’t be able to buy dinner. I’m going to be hungry without dinner. And what about if there is no more toilet paper? That would be gross. But maybe you could pick some leaves in the backyard for us to use instead. That’s what Indians used for toilet paper.

Jasper: Ew! [not falling for my impromptu budgeting lesson]  But Mom, I really want that Play-Doh set. Please can you get it? I’ll do a chore when we get home.

Mom: When you do enough chores to earn you own money we’ll come back and buy it then. You have to do the chores first.

Jasper: Please mom!

Mom: How about we put it on your Christmas list? You’ll be getting presents then.

Jasper: [hesitant and not totally buying the whole Christmas List bait and switch] Hmmmm.

Mom: [acting quickly to distract from whining] What else would you like to put on your Christmas list? How about that Buzz Lightyear toy over there?

Jasper: [perking up as only a greedy child does] Yeah!  And the Woody and Jessie toys too! Plus that Darth Vader light saber!

Mom: Let’s start writing that list as soon as we get home. [This part is important!!!] You won’t get everything on your list but this gives Santa some ideas. [You don’t want him to think he’s getting everything on the list. Which he will certainly think unless told otherwise.]

So, not only did you deflect a whiny, selfish child but you got him to realize that he only gets toys at certain times. Not every time he goes to the store. And that money needs to be spent on necessities first.

I realize that many parents feel like they will make their children deliriously happy by buying them lots of stuff. Listen to me now:

You won’t.

Because stuff won’t make you happy.

Not you. Not your kids.

Do everyone in society a favor and tell your kids no. Tell them that money must be spent wisely. The sooner you do this, the better.

I’m not saying that you can’t ever buy your kids things. Sure you can. But it’s important that kids realize that there are limits, they can’t have everything they want, and that money needs to be spent intelligently.

You aren’t depriving your kids. You are giving them a much more valuable gift than anything you can buy at a store.

Unless its a jewelry store.

(Just kidding.)



I was an avid colorer growing up. I wasn’t a good enough artist to make up my own artwork, I much preferred coloring someone else’s drawings. But not all coloring books are created equal. Even as a 9 year-old I understood that. On the bottom rung were the cheap coloring books featuring manilla paper pages and big boring drawings. To me, the more detail the better. Coloring a big area–a giant Carebear, for example, was not only boring, but wasted a lot of one color of crayon. The best coloring books were from Dover Publishing. Their drawings had tons of details. Plus they assumed that I might have interests other than animated pets and Strawberry Shortcake.

I was totally thrilled to find that Dover still puts out wonderful coloring books. The paper quality is excellent and there are about a thousand different topics. They are all about $4.00 so they are pretty affordable. You can check out their huge selection here.

I bought this coloring books for Arabella because it’s a bunch of old-fashioned farm scenes (I am an armchair farmer and wanna-be Amish. Not for real. Just in my mind. ) Not only that, but the farm in this coloring book really exists in Dearborn, Michigan. I used to go there all the time as a little girl and pretend I really lived there a hundred years ago (see? I’ve always been slightly demented this way).


The drawings are non-cartoony, full of detail, and feature all the aspects of old-fashioned farm life like feeding calfs:

And . . . . . butchering a hog? Who wants to color the bloody entrails?

I’m pretty sure Strawberry Shortcake never did that in a coloring book!

The toys every little girl needs.  So hilarious!!! (even if they don’t pronounce it the right way.)

I mentioned earlier how I like to be showered and ready before my kids wake up.  This is not because I am disciplined (so laughable!) or have my life together.  It’s because showering while Ada and Jasper are up and about leads to nothing but trouble.  As I found out yesterday.  This is what I saw as I walked into the family room after getting ready yesterday morning.  Evidently the game cupboard had been ransacked:

If that wasn’t awful enough, the babies (they’re not really babies.  They are two and three.  But the children are divided into two parts: the big kids and the babies.  It will remain thusly for the rest of their lives) also came across my basket of mismatched socks.  Of course it has about 200 socks, all without a significant other.  What fun are socks in a basket?  They are somehow more entertaining strewn across the floor.

20 Q

November 23, 2008 · 7 comments

in Toys

Do you have the little handheld game called 20Q?  It’s based on the game called 20 questions and is eerily, freakily correct most of the time.  We have one of these floating around our house (actually I think we have two) and every once in a while I have the urge to try to outwit this savvy little orb (usually when I have lots of cleaning to do and a talk to prepare–like tonight!)

Most surprising word that 20Q guessed:
However, I stymied it three times with this:
wheelchair (really!)