She climbed into the van, disappointed. “By the time my class arrived at the bake sale there was basically nothing left.” she said. “There was one muffin and two jello cups. MacKensie got the last muffin and you know I don’t like jello.” She’d been excited for the bake sale for days, so I understood why she was so sad about it. To cheer her up I suggested that we go to Tim Horton’s where she could buy a muffin instead. (This is a treat for us…big families and all that jazz. Buying goodies doesn’t happen often.) As we were chatting on our drive to Timmie’s she mentioned that she was happy that she still got to donate to the bake sale’s cause though. She wasn’t sure how much the muffin would have cost and she wanted to make a donation so she gave six dollars. Now six dollars may not be that much to you or me, but to my little girl it’s a small fortune. Again, with the big family element and without gifts of money on special occasions, she earns five dollars every two mon...