I’m raising a Democrat
My daughter saw my wallet on the kitchen table and opened it up. “There’s a dollar in here.”
“Yes, I know.”
She went to her bedroom and got the wallet out that she got for Christmas. She brought it back to the kitchen table.
“Can I put your dollar in my wallet?” she asked.
“No. That’s my dollar.”
“My wallet’s empty.”
“I know. But you cannot have my dollar.”
“Well, how do I get a dollar for my wallet?” she asked.
“That’s an interesting question,” I replied. “You can ask your mother how you can earn one.”
“Oh,” she said as she walked away, clearly uninterested in doing anything to earn it.