My four year old grandson has the answer for what to do if you need more money. We were playing a game of basketball, and the boys were wanting to earn coins for making baskets. I made the typical response and asked them if they thought money just grew in my purse. With all seriousness, the four year old told me to just go to the bank if I needed more money. He added, "Then go again and again and again, Bee." After taking in this bit of information, I asked him what I should do if the bank ran out of money. After giving me an "I don't believe you can't figure this out for yourself look", he shook his head and said, "Then go to another bank."
One of the reasons I love kids is because they give me so much to laugh about. Sometimes when I start laughing, I have trouble stopping. I have to really put myself in another place mentally to control it. This little foible has managed to get me into trouble over the years. I have been "talked to" by a professor in graduate school as well as a principal who didn't understand why I laughed through a faculty meeting. If laughter really is the best medicine, I get my fair share.:)