My Son, 6, Kept Taking Money from My Emergency Envelope – When I Confronted Him, He Said His Sweet Grandma Made Him Do It
“I know that!”
The words came out so sharp they stunned both of us.
We just stared at each other for a moment, then we both turned to the hallway.
“Joseph,” I said.
“He’s six, he might’ve taken it to play with,” Mark added.
Our son knew money wasn’t a toy, but at that point, I was willing to accept any explanation that meant I could get that money back.
We both turned to the hallway.
When I entered Joseph’s room, he was playing with his blocks on the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of him, trying with everything I had to keep my face soft.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
He looked up and smiled. “Hi, Mommy.”
“Can I ask you something? Did you take any money from Mommy’s office?”
I expected confusion.
Instead, he nodded. “Yeah.”
“Did you take any money from Mommy’s office?”
For a second, I thought he’d misunderstood me.
“You… you did take money?”
He placed one block on top of another. “I gave it to Granny.”
I sat back on my heels and took a moment to gather some patience. Nothing Joseph was saying made sense!
I grew up in the foster system. I didn’t have a mother. Mark’s mom, Carolyn, had been staying with us to help out while Mark was ill, but she’d never have taken that money. She knew what was at stake.
Nothing Joseph was saying made sense!
“Sweetheart, can you tell me again what you did with that money?”
He looked up at me like I was asking him the dumbest question on earth. “I gave it to Granny. She begged me for it.”
I shook my head slowly. “Baby, Grandma Carolyn wouldn’t ask you for money.”
He frowned. “Not that Granny.”
A cold feeling crawled up my back. “Then which one?”
“Not that Granny.”
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