Lo, nonstop watcher of Animal Planet, desperately wants a ball python, actually, though she has her own name for it. "Mom, mom," she says, "they only bite if you touch their heads, and they're not poisonous. I'll buy it with my own money. I'll buy the mice too."
"Let's talk about it after you save $200," I tell her, believing that should postpone the conversation indefinitely.
God help me, in two days she's already saved $13.50, and she's planning a garage sale for Saturday.