You know the drill. You're out shopping with the kids, and one
of them, or all of them, fixate on something that catches their eye and
you buy it just to stave off the whining. You hate yourself for
caving, but at least you are afforded a few moments of blessed
peace. What if that something turned out to be stuffed with
cash? If it happened to me, I'd be rethinking that kid's
usefulness, maybe get him to pick lottery numbers or something.
Which
is exactly the attitude taken by the parents of Rhiannon Barnes,
the
15-month old toddler who convinced her babysitter to buy her a
thrift-store book only to later find it full of $1300 cash in old bills
dating back to the 1960's. I'm thinking that the babysitter got
ripped off here, though, since she paid for the book yet she only got
$300 cash for the $1300 (the old bills were pretty tattered), and
Rhiannon's parents have a lottery-picking goldmine. Or should
Rhiannon have got the cash (with a tip to the babysitter)? I
guess next time she insists on having something, her parents are
definitely going to get it for her. Like they weren't already.
