The Early Signs of Manipulation

We have been doing a major financial over-haul at Chez Vinson. We've got stuff paid off, paid down and ready to be out of our in-box and put into savings. It's been really exciting. Salem will be attending pre-K in the fall, which means we'll be able to save even more dough. Yippie! I'm super excited about that.

I was preparing for a meeting last night with our financial adviser to talk about retirement savings. As I pick Salem up from school everyday, she always asks me who will be coming to the house that evening. (We entertain...quite a bit) I told her that nobody she knew was coming, just mommy's financial planner and daddy and I had a meeting with him to talk business. She seemed interested but didn't ask any more questions.

A little later, she came down from her room,
"Mom? Where is your fine-ass boy?"
I had to think about that for a second..."Who?!"
Not quite putting together what she was talking about I asked her if she would clarify. Because I was wondering that very same thing earlier that day, gee, where is my fine-ass boy?"
"When are you doing business with that boy you said was coming?" Again! Now i'm doing business with the fine-ass boy! Who in the hecky-heck heckerson is she talking about!
Then it clicked.
"Oh!, you mean Brent, our finance guy! He's coming in just a few, you'll get to meet him I promise. He's not here to play though, just to talk to mommy and daddy."
"I know." She said. "But I think I'm going to pretend like I'm shy when he gets here and then he'll want to talk to me."

Dude. She sure has a plan on how to get the fine-ass boys to pay attention to her. Scary.