Doin' My Duty

As a parent, one of my responsibilities is to make sure my children grow up to be mature, socially responsible adults.  They need to know what to expect "out there" and of course, what is expected of them.  So I've introduced the concept of "mommy tax".  If they need me to wash it, cut it, peel it, open it or pour it, I am entitled to approximately 10%.  It's easy to collect on a bowl of baby carrots, but when for example a couple of cookies are involved, it's harder to give The Mom what she's due.  I know it's working though because the other day, Matteus asked me to slice him an apple.  When I absently handed him the whole thing on a plate, he pushed it back to me and said, "Uh, mom? Tax?"