In preparation for an upcoming trip, Justin wanted to make sure that he brought his wallet with him. I knew that he had A LOT of cash in his special drawer, so I said “Justin, go get all of your money and we can count it and put it in your wallet.” He thought that was a fantastic idea and off he went to collect his money from his dresser.
After a few moments, I watched as Justin re-entered the living room. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. Then, he saw MY wallet on the counter and then proceed to open it and pull money out.
“Whoa…whoa…whoa….Justin! What are you doing?” I asked.
He said, “I’m getting my money like you said.”
I quickly pointed out that the money in my wallet was mine. In all seriousness, he looked up at me and said, “Daddy, I’m going to take this money. You need to go and get some more.”
Part of me was ready to explain the concept of money to him like we were in “Scarface” – “In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.”
Here’s the really sad part of this story…after I convinced him to leave my money in my wallet, we sat down to count his money – and he STILL had more money in his wallet than I did!