During afternoon centers, two of my boys were playing in the Imagination Station (Dramatic Play/Housekeeping). One had all of the play money in his hand, the other was trying to persuade his friend to share the wealth. Eventually, Mr. Scrooge got tired of his friend's persistent asking, stopped & sighed, dug through the stack of bills and pulled out a five. He turns and hands it to him, with the words "Here's a five. Go get a footlong."
I could barely contain my mirth.
A little while later, Mr. Scrooge is still hoarding all the cash. I call him over for a little chat.
"You should probably share that money, Bud. Share the wealth."
"But Ms. S, I'm Richie Rich!"
I couldn't help it, I laughed. With his almost white blond hair, and his pleading tone of exasperation, I just couldn't hold it in. He grinned, laughed, and skipped off to "spend his money." Methinks he has earned a nickname.
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