When Brittany returned, I said nothing. Instead, I went home and started crafting my own “invoice.” If she wanted to play that game, I’d show her how it’s done. Mine read: “Grandmother Services, Est. 1993: Raising One Fine Husband for You Since Day One.” I listed 18 years of meals, laundry, rides, tutoring, and emotional support—totaling over $203,000. Then I deducted a “family discount,” leaving her balance at $40, with a cheerful note: “Please deduct your original invoice. Thanks for understanding!!”
I printed it on fine paper, sealed it in a gold-trimmed envelope, and dropped it in her mailbox. Within an hour, my son Ethan called, barely holding back laughter. “Mom, Brittany’s upset… but honestly, she deserved it.” I smiled into my tea. “I just believe in fair accounting.”
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