My kid is Mr Krabs

I've complained lamented whined blogged before about our concern over the minions lack of empathy - especially in the oldest. And I say it like it's a joke but honestly I'm legitimately concerned. Sort of. 

 I've also blogged about how we are trying to teach them how to handle money. They already do chores, handle their allowances, tithe, save etc. I thought we were doing good. 

Now it looks like they need a few more lessons.

A couple days ago was 'Muffins with Mom' day at the oldest's school. The kids art works were on display around the classroom. 

There was a poetry book that the children had made that was passed around in which I read poems from other kids about flowers and sisters and soccer etc.

My kid chose not to write about any of those things. Instead he chose a subject near and dear to his heart.

Money.

My child's poetry:

In case you can't read it:

Money oh money, 

The green stuff that you pay with, 

Oh how great are you.

Well...

I mean....

Er...

That's concerning.

"Hey! At least I'm writing poetry."

My kid is Mr Krabs.