Early last week, I was picking my son up from school. I grabbed his admittedly way-too-large backpack as he frantically searched every one of his pockets. “What are you doing?” I asked him. He continued to pull the insides out of one after another – from each of his pants pockets to his coat pockets. “It was just here. I just had it!” he muttered. Finally, he turned to me and said “Mom, why do you not have any money?” Huh? Where did that come from? “Why are you asking?” I replied. He said, “Someone gave me some money for the “mash-a-sheen” and I lost it… I don’t know why you don’t have any money.” Confused, I asked him to walk me through it one more time. He continued to talk about something called a “mash-a-sheen” and my apparent lack of capital…
