Sweethearts Dance 2010
But there are some misadventures.
Tonight, I had a tennis meeting with Stefan and asked Ben to take Mary to gymnastics. It was only her second lesson and last week was a free trial, so I sent Ben with my credit card to pay the semester tuition.
I came home from my meeting to find Ben and Mary skipping through the front door. “Why aren’t you at gymnastics?” I asked.
“Oh,” Ben got very serious, “I went to pay, and do you know how much they wanted?” He paused for dramatic effect, “One hundred and fifty dollars! Can you believe it? I brought her straight home.”
He waited for me to burst into applause.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, Ben and Stefan act like children of the depression. They won’t/can’t /don’t spend money. And that serves them well most of the time. But this was my money! I’m perfectly aware of how much a semester of gymnastics costs.
Still, it’s nice to know that Ben is watching my credit card limit.
Someone should be.