Turns out, my boy has the same entrepreneurial spirit his parents both have, and both sets of grandparents have.
He works hard, and the rewards are rich, vast even.
It has occurred to me, that his job, at the ripe old age of 13, is keeping the change.
He works hard, every time I send him into the store. Sometimes, it's only 31 cents. Sometimes, it's a buck or two.
I learned this after sending him into the dollar store, for a poster board for a project. I sent him in with $1.25. You know, to cover the tax on a dollar item.
Then, about 2 weeks later, I found the receipt. The poster board was 69 cents.
Well played, Monkey Boy.