I think Little e may have a career in banking ahead of her.
She tried to charge me a $1.50 transaction fee today.
I let her hand the money to the vendor at the Farmer's Market, and then she refused to give me back the change.
Little e: "It's mine. If I buy something, I get to keep the money that comes back."
h.:"But you paid for that with my money."
Little e: "It's mine."
h.:"No. It isn't."
Little e: "Fine. I'll give you the fifty cents."
Um. That didn't really fly with me. That girl can walk an 18 minute mile while she cries, shrieks, argues, and generally carries on. (Life is supposed to be about gaining knowledge, right?) I now know that Little e has very impressive breath control.
I am pleased to say that I didn't loose my calm. I didn't even get sarcastic or mouthy. Apparently spending 4 days in bed really improves my patience. Either that, or I was so happy to be out and about I would have put up with anything.... except being fleeced for $1.50.
(For the record, she did later admit that she knew the money wasn't really hers, she just wanted it.)