When I was a kid, I got an allowance. I was allowed to spend it on anything I wanted. I usually chose to spend it on candy. My idea of luxury was buying a giant chocolate bar on which I would gnaw while I sprawled out on my bed and read a Nancy Drew book.
When we went to the lake during the summer, I went to the snack bar every 15 minutes to get a cream soda or a candy necklace.
It wasn’t until I was a Junior in High School that my mother and step-dad informed me they would not be paying for college. Too late to get back all of the money I’d blown for 8 years on Hershey bars.
When I grew up, I continued wise spending and eating habits by rewarding myself with yummy food for every success and every failure that effected my daily life.
Thus, an eating disorder was born.
Our daughter, Dimples, gets an allowance, too. And she is allowed to spend it how she wants. (minus the 1/3 for charity and 1/3 for savings) Basically, she spends it on whatever she wants that we won’t buy her. I kind of worried that she would spend it foolishly like I did, but she has does not seem interested in spending her hard-earned money on empty calories.
Whether her addiction is as foolish as mine, I will let you be the judge. It seems that, lately, my nine-year-old has developed, like me, an appreciation for sweets. However, she prefers to use a different sense with which to savor them – her sense of smell. Thus, her picture of a perfect day is not complete without a trip to Bath and Body Works.
The kid is obsessed with every product that store sells. She surfs their website, looking for new scents, exclaims over each individual item every time we enter the story, and showed more emotion when I gave her a Bath and Body Works gift box for Christmas than she showed for the rest of her presents combined.
Have you seen the Kristin Bell video from Ellen showing when her husband surprised her with a rented sloth (complete with habitat) for her birthday? That’s nearly the reaction Dimples had when she got a Bath and Body works gift card from one of her friends (Perfect Friend) for Christmas.
She even has a designated cubby for her alarmingly growing collection of hand-sanitizers, room fresheners, and shower gels.
Obviously, this is better than my wasted dollars on edible treats. But I still feel like this can’t have good long-term results. Instead of an eating disorder, will she develop a smelling one? Does she need to visit a therapist to determine the underlying cause of her cravings for Caribbean Escape anti-bacterial soap and Sweet Pea fragrance mist?
Strangely, this dependency began after we acquired our dear Noxious Fume Passer, Wonderbutt, her sometimes not so favorite canine sibling- but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence…