The Boy really wanted batting gloves, which we knew were going to cost more than the $5 he had. I suppose we could have told him to save his money for the gloves, but he's been putting SOCKS on his hands for the last two weeks and calling them batting gloves. Of course, the socks then prevented him from picking up either a bat or a ball. It was pathetic. So, we decided to buy him a pair, and inadvertently made the shopping expedition to spend his Easter money very easy on everyone.
We had to go to a sporting goods store to get gloves small enough for The Boy -- and they're still too big, but whatever, he's happy. There's only so much a toddler carrying $5 can buy at a sporting goods store. He wanted a baseball and that's about all he could afford. No choices means no fits.
I asked him several times before we got to the check out if he would prefer to go to a different store to get Legos or crayons or Play-Doh, but no: I wanna ball, Momma. The Boy handed the cashier his money, and left with a brand-new baseball, $1.72 in change and a new understanding that money is not a play-toy. He willingly stashed the change in his beer can when we got home to save it up for his next shopping trip. He's still 2 -- as I typed this, he just came over and grabbed my wallet saying, "I need money," which led to a conversation about earning money, not stealing it -- but it's a start.