Do kids think their parents are supporting actors in their life story?

Brittany called me to ask if we could have possibly gotten her tax refund because she was online looking at our bank account and noticed a “large amount of money” deposited that day.

First I told her to get out of our account and then I told her we were moving money around to pay for a new roof on our house and if she had waited an hour or so longer she would have noticed the money leave the account again. (And take most of its friends with it!)

THEN I told her that while the government has been doing some really crazy things lately I doubted they would give me her refund.

They might, however, give her ours since they seem to be in the Robin Hood mindset.

John did her taxes for her and it was a bit of a production. She had the three North Carolina jobs from her last semester in college and immediately picked up two new jobs after moving to South Carolina. So he had Federal and two state returns to complete.

Thankfully she isn’t one of the 15.2% of 16 – 29 year olds The Wall Street Journal says is jobless. In fact because of her work schedule we went to Charleston to be with her at Easter thinking she could spend some of her spare time with us.

After a 5 hour drive, long because we blew out a tire minutes from our destination, John and I spent Friday evening at the Art Crawl down in the French Quarter managing to meet up with Brittany after she got off work that night.

Saturday was another work day, so we went to the Farmer’s Market on Marion Square, watched the Easter Bonnet Parade, shopped King Street and wandered around the Market and the College of Charleston while waiting to take her to the beach, dinner and a movie.

Easter Sunday she worked again, so we spent the day at a different beach until she got off and then took her downtown for dinner.

She did manage to introduce us to several new friends along with her roommate’s new puppy, and we were able to deliver her bicycle and an Easter basket, so all and all it was a worthwhile trip even though time was precious.

While I hate she has to work so much, I hang on to my hopes that by doing so she’ll have more money in her own account someday and won’t feel the need to visit ours online.

Maybe she can visit us instead.