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I thought my husband and I had parenting down. Our fridge was a Pinterest dream—chore charts, affirmations, glitter glue. Our 10-year-old son, Luke, was kind, helpful, and polite. We were nailing it.
Then one Tuesday, I asked why lunch dishes were still on the table.
“Didn’t feel like it,” he said, casually munching on an apple. Then came the kicker: “I only do chores for money now. That’s what Brandon’s parents do.”
Before I could respond, my husband stepped in with a twinkle in his eye: “Let’s make a deal. But you’ll need a rate sheet.” Luke lit up and ran off to create “Luke Inc.”
He returned with a laminated price list—$3 to take out trash, $5 to wash two plates. Soon he was charging for hugs, homework, even silence in the car. Everything became a transaction.
So we flipped the script.
On Friday, I handed him our Parent Services Rate Sheet: $7.25 for pancakes, $3 for comforting nightmares, $1.50 for bedtime hugs. Luke laughed—until he realized we were serious.
By Sunday, after a bland weekend of oatmeal and canceled movie nights, he surrendered. He handed over his earnings and asked if we could go back to normal.
We sat him down and told him the truth: love isn’t a transaction. Families give without keeping score.
He nodded, apologized, and the next morning, cleared his plate without being asked. No charts, no money—just understanding.
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