I’ll Give You $1
My husband was understandably upset last night. While he was outside working in the yard, one of our sons had been playing with, and misplaced, a new small shovel. He and the boys had looked everywhere for it, he said, and they can’t find it. “It’s gone,” he said.
“How far could it have gone?” I thought. “It’s only been missing for a few hours–in our yard.”
So at supper, I announced, “After we eat, we’re all going outside. I’ll give whoever finds that shovel $1.”
“But I didn’t lose it,” Tyler said. “Why should I help look for it?”
“Because we are a family, and we have a problem, and we solve problems together,” Wow, where did that come from? I swear I didn’t even think those words, they just came out of my mouth as if by divine intervention. But it worked. Tyler nodded his head. It made perfect sense to him. And to me!
Turns out, Tyler was the one who had lost the shovel after all! I awarded Austin the dollar, after he found the shovel that Tyler had dropped inside of one of my husband’s two-feet-tall pair of work boots, and forgotten about!