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Bring Back Child Labor

Cher26 Wrote: Aug 31, 2012 10:10 PM
You have no idea how much I love this article. I feel like I get on a soapbox at least once a day on this very same issue. I have countless friends who give, give, give and never have an expectation of their kids. Not even that they keep their rooms picked up or carry dirty dishes to the kitchen. I am VERY concerned about what will happen when I get to retirement and these spoiled brats are the ones left to keep the country running. My boys are 7 and 8. For at least the last 2 years, they have had to EARN money for the things they want. They get a birthday present and a NORMAL amount of Christmas presents, but just about anything else they want, they earn the money and buy it themselves.
Cher26 Wrote: Aug 31, 2012 10:13 PM
They have a daily chore list which they are expected to do, and for which they DO NOT get paid. They have to do things above and beyond the daily expectations of making their beds & picking up their toys to earn money. And they are frequently given the opportunity to go to work with my husband, who does construction work, to earn money. They can also earn a dollar for reading an entire chapter book, as we stress academics around here as well. We are not perfect parents, but we do know that we cannot stand most of the kids who come around our house because of their entitlement attitudes!
Matt in N.C. Wrote: Aug 31, 2012 10:28 PM
Good for you. Unlike that lucky Subway girl, itinerant Army brats usually had to find -- and compete for -- work outside the family. But paper routes were usually available, and grocery stores were always hiring baggers and stockers. By the time I was out of high school I could operate and repair a lot of office, lawn, and farm equipment; make myself useful at a construction site; and build a mean sundae to boot. Somehow I survived the oppression, as did my peers.
Sorceress Wrote: Sep 02, 2012 9:24 PM
Most grocery stores are unionized and don't hire high school or college kids any more. Unions have done more to restrict the jobs available for kids than any other agency.

It was time for our beach trip, the one I take with my wife and daughter every summer. On a beautiful early morning a month ago, we packed the family car (okay, my wife packed it) and headed from our home in Oxford, Miss., to Florida’s Gulf Coast for a week of fun and sun.

Some call it the Redneck Riviera. This Jersey transplant and his Mississippi girls call it paradise.

It’s the same Gulf Coast, by the way, that the media predicted — even seemed to hope — would be flooded with crude oil and destroyed as...