On the way to music class, we were approached by a bunch of teenage boys selling flags.
What are they doing, Mummy?
They are asking me for money.
They are trying to help people who don’t have money. So they ask everybody whether they will like to help the people who don’t have money. If you’ll like to help, you give them some money, and they will help you pass the money to the poor people, who can then use the money to buy food to eat, to buy clothes to wear, to send their babies to school. You know all these things need money, right?
Yes, I know. Like you, Mummy.
Huh? Like me?
Like you, Mummy. You don’t have money. You are poor.
Halfway through class, we were confronted by a witch and her cat in the new song we were learning.
I’m scared! There’s a witch!
But that’s me. And that’s you. You’re my cat. Not all witches are nasty. There are good witches and bad witches, just like there are good cat and bad cats. There are good people and bad people, there are good and bad everything. You know that, right? It’s just that some people look good but they are actually nasty, some people look nasty but they are actually very nice. Can you name me one person who looks nasty but who is actually very nice?
Me?! ME?! I look nasty??!
Yes, but you’re actually very nice.
But I look very nasty?!
It’s ok, Mummy. You just look very nasty, you’re actually very nice.
So I almost always say no when she asks to buy something (which, to her credit, is a rare enough occurrence). But how did the lectures on the value of money (hard work and prudence, etc, etc) translate into my being a charity case?! And I look very nasty??!