CENTRAL SCOTLAND: When your mother’s a personal finance writer, some money discussions are bound to rub off on your children. My six-year-old, Timothy, seems to have taken to heart the importance of planting the seeds now for a more prosperous future.
‘Mum, you know my comic with the vegetables?’ he put to me as I was driving him to his swimming lesson this week.
‘Yes, the cbeebies one,‘ I replied, thinking back to the piece of rubbish he’d picked up in the supermarket in the summer and had urged me to buy, his doe-eyes looking like his life depended on it.
At the time, taking advantage of his acute knowledge of which buttons of mine to press, he insisted the magazine was ‘educational’. I, as you might expect, was utterly convinced the real drawcard was the little plastic carrot with a smiley face and his small broccoli friend stuck to the excessively priced cover.
Nevertheless, I find it hard to say ‘no’ to the little chap so my shopping buddy got his wish.
‘Well, I’ve finished reading that one,’ he announced proudly from the back of the car.
‘Great. We can throw it out then,’ I muttered from behind the steering wheel, slightly pleased with myself that I’d found an opportunity to get that one out of the house with minimal fuss.
But Timothy wasn’t going for it.
‘No. We can’t throw it out. I’m keeping that one for my children,’ he said, forthrightly.
Timothy has already worked out the names of his children (Alice, of Wonderland fame, and Peter, possibly Pan). And now, it seems, he’s contemplating what life will be like as their provider.