Price of a dollar

Today was a special day for Bailey.

Some of you might remember a previous post where we just finished Baileys fortress and she asked if we could put a trampoline next to it. Apparently it was past time to learn about the value of a dollar. For a few days after,  Shanan and I had several conversations about how we should tackle the growing tendency of wanting more. With the help of Shanan's sister (Nichol), Shanan decided to make a chart that Bailey would place stickers on when she did something around the house. When the chart was filled, she could go to the dollar store and pick out ANYTHING she wanted.

Bailey-stickers

 

After several weeks of filling out the chart, today was the day she finally filled up the chart and wanted to go get her gift.

 

We told her I would take her to the dollar store while mom made dinner. Bailey reminded several times on the way to the store (only a few miles away) that she didn't need any help picking out her gift. We get to the store and all I see is this little blond head bouncing from isle to isle hardly stopping long enough to look at what was on the shelves.

 

 

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After about five minutes of this,  I stop her long enough for a quick picture to document such an achievement and try to slow her down a little. I was told that she wanted play-doh, then a little pony, then a princess crown, then colored clay then a baseball bat and ball. She then dropped everything when she saw some balloons, I had no idea she was so attached to regular balloons. She then saw the golden ticket - large punching balls (large balloons with a rubber band). We quickly headed up to the counter to pay for the item and I was told that I needed to blow up the orange one first then the green one and finally the yellow one when we get in the car (this must be her mothers planning influence). 

The checker had been watching us the entire time and when we approached said "you found the perfect gift hu?" in which Bailey replied "yep". Bailey then went to pay the the cashier with four quarters when she dropped one on the floor. She instantly said "I'm sorry lady" picked it up and finished paying for her balloons.  The cashier and I both had to laugh at such a grown-up comment and we strolled out the door.

 

So far the punching bag has been a big hit (pun sorta intended) and we look forward to many more trips to the dollar store in hopes of our little ones learning the price of a dollar.

 

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