The Hundredaires Count Their Coins
…part deux of this post.
The next morning, it occurred to me that I had just handed my kids over a hundred dollars. Yes, it was all in change, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t money. I could have taken those coin to the bank and changed them into cash, and put it in my own bank account. I will admit that I had a little bit of giver’s remorse. But I also knew that the money had blown their minds, and that was sort of cool too. Was it worth a hundred dollars? Probably not. But I couldn’t unring the bell so… onward!
We went to the bank with the extremely heavy Tupperware container where we encountered a second set of twins who were already using the coin machine to convert the money that THEY found. It felt like a great comedy set-up: two sets of twins with containers of coins too heavy for their stick arms needing the same coin machine.
When it was our turn, I gently shook in each bag of coins, moving from quarters to nickels to dimes and finally pennies. In the end, the machine spat out a ticket telling us that there were over $120 in coins in the container, and we brought that money to a banker to set up their own savings account.
They informed the banker that they were unexpectedly very rich while he typed in their information. I don’t think he fully appreciated just how unexpectedly and fabulously rich they were. He did not properly respond to the news that they had found all these coins due to a treasure map, so he had to listen to the story until he gave them an enthusiastic enough “wow!”
The Wolvog informed me the night before that he was counting this money as the first capital he would amass to open his own computer company. I was proud that we had made the first contribution. But while we were at the bank, dollar signs started dancing in his eyes and he started listing other items he wanted to purchase with the money until we dragged them back to our hopes when we exited the bank clutching their new bank book.
Josh and I had used our own savings accounts for experiences: Josh went on a trip to China during high school, and I went on a trip to Israel. We had drained our savings accounts paying for said trips, and it was money well spent because we still had the memories of those trips years later. Any tangible item would most likely be gone by this point. We loved the idea that they would save up for something that they couldn’t imagine at this point in time: a trip or a class or — yes — a computer company. Something where the money spent would last long beyond the actual purchase.
Perhaps not as fun, but they seemed happy enough to get in the car, still talking about how they had so much money now that they were Hundredaires. And how cool it was to be rich. I hope they keep that value of money; that sense that a hundred dollars is nothing to sneeze at, a penny saved is a penny earned. Oh and that being a Hundredaire is the most incredible thing to ever happen on this earth.