My 8-year-old daughter, Ariel, had a serious case of igloo envy."You should see my friend Michael's igloo," she said. "He's got two dance mats, a plasma TV, a lava lamp, a beanbag chair, and a weight bench." Ariel's, by comparison, was nearly bare. "All I have is a chair made out of a tree stump, a floor mat, and a birthday banner." "Work hard and save your money," I advised. And, in no time at all, she squirreled away enough cash for a pommel horse, a stereo, and abasketball hoop. Then she moved from a basic igloo to a split-level model. Eventually, she hopes to ditch the snow structure and trade up to an abode with hardwood floors and a gym. In the meantime, she's very much the girl about town. "I'm going to meet Jenna at the nightclub," she tells me. "That's fine. Just make sure your homework is done."
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