My two youngest children are the most industrious of the three. Eldest prefers to hang in his mole hole, playing Xbox Live with friends as far away as Carmel and as near as diagonally across the street. He would prefer to have no obligations, sighing heavily each time he is asked to tend to his daily chore of walking the dog in the afternoon.
Youngest and Daughter are still the type to aim to please. And if the carrot of cash is dangled in front of them, they are all the more eager.
I'm paying them a nickel for each envelope they insert a $10 Target gift card into, seal and stamp. The first wave had 432. Then 380. Then 568. Then 582. This latest one has 759 envelopes to stuff, seal and stamp.
They harass me beyond belief to bring more envelopes home for them to do. By the time the project is completed in January, they will have likely done about 5,000 in total.
5,000 nickels is a hell of a lot of money. And making it under near-sweatshop conditions would drive me insane. But not the two of them. The first 1,000 or so were done by colleagues. Mistakes were aplenty. With my kids, sitting in the playroom with the latest SpongeBob on, not one mistake has been made.
Here's to child labor. And to the apparent lack of understanding that $50,000 in Target gift cards are going right out their hands. A nickel at a time.