We were talking about allowances the other day and all the questions that come with them. Handing out a weekly allowance to a kid is a serious thing, after all, and comes with serious considerations. When I think back to our kids' allowances I can't come up with definite answers. If we had extra money, they got allowances. If not, they were as broke as we were.
Life can be tough.
When I was a kid I got 50 cents a week for doing dishes, keeping my room from being investigated by the Environmental Protection Agency and for not killing my sister Judy. The first two were easy. The third wasn't. Judy was a pesky twerp who delighted in annoying me and, when mad, would clobber me with her cowboy boots or slash my arms with her fingernails. We fought like a couple of back-alley cats and drove my mother to her knees.