Cash, The Family Language of Love

A recent conversation with my 12-year-old stepson Reilly.

Reilly:  Meggan will you buy me some Fourth of July fireworks?

Meggan:  No, not this year Reilly.  Last year I spent $60.00 on you alone buying fireworks.

Reilly:  YOU DID????????????????

Meggan: YESSS, I did. You don’t remember?

Reilly:  Nope.

Meggan:  Remember,  it was really hot?

Reilly: Nope.

Meggan:  Remember, I drove you to THREE different fireworks stands so you could have the best and most perfect combination of fireworks?

Reilly:  Nope.

Meggan:  Remember, you said it was going to be the best Fourth of July ever and I was the best Stepmom in the world?

Reilly:  Nope.

Meggan:  Dammit Reilly, how am I supposed to buy your love if you don’t remember I bought it?

Reilly:  Guess you’ll just have to love me some more.

Meggan:  Apparently.

Reilly:  SOOO, since you are trying to buy my love, does this mean you’ll buy me some fireworks this year?

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