Isabella (she’s 6): Daddy, do you have a hundred dollars?
Me: Well, not on me right now.
Iz: Do you have a thousand dollars?
Me: You mean, counting all assets? Encumbrances? Investments? Liens? Stocks? Fines? Bail Bonds?… Um, I suppose.
Iz: Do you have more money than Mommy.
Me: Well, Honey. Here’s how it works when you’re married: My money is Mommy’s money, and Mommy’s money is my money. We share all of our money.
Iz: Is that really true?
Me: Yes, unless you’re rich before you get married, then you get a pre-nuptual agreement.
Iz: So…, I guess I should get one of those, because I’m rich. I already have 61 dollars: 15 dollars from my birthday, 10 dollars from chores. 5 left over from Christmas. And the rest from the tooth fairy.
Me: Really? That much from the Tooth Fairy? You’ve only lost, like, one tooth. What is she thinking?
Iz: I don’t know. I’m only 6.
Me: Maybe I need to talk to the Tooth Fairy. Because, that seems a bit too much.
Iz: I’m still learning math.
Me: Yes, please. Math is SO important. But, I should talk to the lady with the wings.