Corwin may have some good ideas about saving, he’s still a bit casual with his money. The family went to Walmart yesterday for a big shopping run and Corwin insisted on taking his wallet with him so he could buy some toys.
We got through the first part of the store OK when Mom sent me off on deep recon to hunt down and capture some fierce … well, things. But it was the kind of things excessively virile guys like me end up having to do because of all the virility. Mom’s say “heck, he’s overly virile, let’s send him off into the wilderness. He’s more like to survive and succeed and frankly all the virility is kind of annoying so if he doesn’t make it back, que será”.
Anyway, as I was saying, I was off on an important mission when Corwin comes running up to help out. We walk for a little bit and then Corwin says “where’s my wallet?”. I look in the immediate area and back where’d we walked and no sign of it. I ask Corwin where he had it and he says, “well, I put it down…”. Where? Corwin doesn’t remember. He just put it down. Somewhere. And wandered off.
As we searched in hope but not expectation, we ran into Mom. It turns out that Mom saw Corwin put his wallet down in the produce section and picked it up. I kept the wallet in my vest for the rest of the trip. Corwin responded to my lecture on keeping track of his money with “Mom picked it up, so it’s ok”. Corwin lives in a very consistent world - if Mom picked it up this time then Mom will always pick it up. What else could happen?