I once blogged about our need to avoid casinos because of Rhema’s addiction to slots.
In recent months, the obsession has returned full force.
My girl can often be found with a coin pressed in her hot little hand. She stealthily (or so she thinks) scrounges around in my purse for a nickel or dime. Then she bolts to the family room where there’s a crack in the floor and she slides the coin inside.
I think she may have a future in hacking soda machines. She makes sure to press the change return button, and she religiously checks for wayward coins on or around the kiddie rides at the mall. While she appreciates a snack from the vending machine, and she loves the rides, much of the thrill comes from pushing coins into the slot over and over.
On several occasions we’ve had to intervene when she’s walked up to total strangers and tried to take money out of their hands… or dig in their pockets. When blocked from inserting coins, she’s been known to break down in tears. Her world is out of order until each coin finds its home in a slot spot…
Be it the vents in Grandma’s bathroom:
or her CD player:
There were times in days gone by when quarters were accidentally shredded in the paper shredder. Or baked in the oven. There was the daily experience of driving in the car with coins raining down from vents above the console:
Last week when we were in Michigan we went to a mall that has a wonderful carousel. (Merry-go-rounds happen to also be one of Rhema’s great loves.) When we arrived the ride was temporarily closed, so we sat down in the Food Court for lunch. While the girls were still eating, the ride opened and the carousel went round and round.
Suddenly Rhema jumped from her chair with a penny in hand (I have no idea where she got it from) and ran faster than the Roadrunner to the ride. Just before hurdling the gate to the carousel, she stopped to push her penny into a slot (the ride actually took $1 tokens).
I was one proud mama. In years past, she would have trampled people and jumped onto the ride in 2 seconds flat. But this time she actually stopped to try and pay before lunging for a horse. What manners my girl has! And she gets it! She totally understands the concept of value in money! She’s got that “freedom to purchase” tenet of consumerism down!
Or maybe it was all just part of the obssession. Or the cause and effect. Or… something.
But hey, if a coin in a slot can bring about this jackpot of joy…
then maybe there’s worth in holding onto pennies!