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On a beautifully warm autumn evening I bailed out of the overcrowded tube a couple of stops early.

With my suit coat slung over one shoulder and my shirt sleeves rolled up, I dawdled my way along suburban streets, enjoying the mouthwatering smells of backyard barbecues.

Turning down my own street, lined on both sides by uniformly unimaginative terrace houses, I recognised the roaring engine noise not much quieter than a jet engine.

Somebody was doing the vacuuming!

Ordinarily such an event would be mundane in the extreme. Today it was worthy of a victory dance.

Children and chores

An urban myth, that had so far proved to be disappointingly untrue, was that one good reason for having children is you will then have a small army of slaves to perform all the shitty jobs you as the parent don’t wish to do.

Maybe that was once true, back in the dark ages when sending your child to school with a black eye was understood (if not encouraged), viewed as the mark of firm parental discipline.

Today the balance of power has shifted somewhat.

Recalcitrant five-year-olds routinely react to not getting their own way by threatening to report their unreasonable parents to children’s services for being mean!

I would like to report that my household runs as a team, with everyone nicely pulling together and chipping in to get the chores done for the good of us all.

Alas, that would be a lie.

Teaching children about money

Commencing at the age where my kids were more likely to count their coins than eat them, I started paying them pocket money.

My lofty goal was to teach them about money.

To have them experience early on, those lessons that can only be learned through hard-won personal experience.

  • The value of working.
  • The difference between working smart and working hard.
  • Why always doing your best work matters.
  • The benefits of saving.
  • The joy of delayed gratification.
  • Opportunity cost.
  • Deciphering that ridiculous “having cake or eating it too” cliché.

I offered to pay interest in order to incentivise savings

I offered an “employer match” to reward delayed gratification.

Sounds simple, right?

Best laid schemes

Like many great plans, this one failed to live up to expectations.

It didn’t spontaneously combust, or end in a dramatic no-holds-barred bout of cage fighting.

No, after an initial burst of enthusiasm my efforts sputtered, lurched, then slunk off to a dark corner someplace where they quietly died.

The problems were many.

It turned out my children don’t really want for anything. There are already plenty of toys and books and computer games in the house.

The sound of crickets. Image credit: Olivia Jester.

The sound of crickets. Image credit: Olivia Jester.

What they don’t have today, they can usually extort out of geographically distant aunts, uncles or pliable grandparents for Christmas or birthdays.

Therefore monetary motivations mattered little to them.

Next I tried fear.

I would ask them nicely to do their chores, and hear the sound of crickets.

I would tell them less nicely to do their chores. Now! … and tumbleweeds would roll by while I waited.

Tumbleweeds. Image credit: Jessie.

Tumbleweeds. Image credit: Jessie.

I would promise them that if their chores were not done immediately I would change the wifi password!

That got their attention

For a while it even worked.

Until it didn’t.


Apart from learning that kids bounce, I have embarrassingly little accumulated parental wisdom worth sharing.

But I have learned this basic life lesson:

“Never make a threat about something you are unwilling to follow through on. Make it a promise! Then follow through.”

You only have to do this a couple of times before people stop messing with you, regardless of whether they are actually toddlers or just Fortune 500 CEOs who are acting like toddlers.

Unfortunately changing the wifi password came at an unexpectedly high personal cost, as it involved incurring the wrath of my lady wife for breaking her Amazon Prime television.

We’re not talking about some haughty stomping around or casual verbal sniping here. This was proper scorched earth, take-no-prisoners style hulking.

Even the kids felt bad for me. They did their chores without further chasing.  That time.

From that day onwards they knew my “or else” options were limited. They had also long since figured out that my tolerance for boredom and frustration was much shorter than their ability to wait me out.

I would shout at them to do their chores a couple of times, then take the path of least resistance and do the job myself.

Time passed.

The financial imperative awakens

Eventually a serendipitous thing happened: my elder son started high school.

Suddenly he did want money!

He wanted to be able to hang out with his friends. To choke down McDonald’s cheeseburgers. To pay for in-game purchases in Fortnite.

For a short while we had a battle of wills.

My insistence on the performance of chores in exchange for payment. His reliance on my low tolerance for frustration.

The chores got done grudgingly, but the quality of the work was suboptimal, and as with most tradespeople the pursuit of remediation took a disproportionate amount of time and effort to satisfactorily achieve.

Then one day I had an epiphany: what if I made it his problem to ensure the work was done well?

I threw out the old system for assigning and rewarding the completion of chores.

A deviously simple system

I wrote out a menu of jobs and the price I would pay for each, then attached it to the fridge door.

The easier or less loathsome the job, the lower the going rate was.

Something simple, like setting the breakfast table, paid little.

Something unpleasant, like changing the cat litter tray, paid plenty.

Next I wrote out the rules of the new system:

  1. The kids could decide amongst themselves who did each job.
  2. Each kid gets paid for the jobs they chose.
  3. Nobody gets paid anything until ALL the jobs are completed to a satisfactory standard.

The system was a thing of beauty!



Requiring no oversight and very little governance.

Providing my elder son’s desire for money was strong enough, all those shitty jobs I no longer wanted to do would be magically performed by my own personal version of the cleaning fairy!

Natural justice

The one slight concern I had in the back of my mind was the age gap between my kids.

The law of the jungle should mean that the big one bullied the little one into doing all the crappy jobs. However in my case, the big one is gentle by nature, while the little one tends to get his revenge in early.

In practice, the little one soon figured out that he could hold his elder brother to ransom by refusing to complete his share of the chores until he had brokered a better deal.

The elder boy had a choice, if he wanted the money then he either had to do the chores himself or negotiate a separate arrangement with his younger brother.

Either way, providing there wasn’t any blood spilled or broken bones, it wasn’t my problem.

If it had been me, I would simply have beaten up my younger brother. I grew up in simpler times.

To be entirely honest, there were a couple of scraps early on. The last one ended with the elder boy writhing on the floor clutching his balls, while the little one promised more of the same if there was any more rough stuff.

After that a grey market economy in Transformer toys emerged. The elder boy had lots of them, the younger one loved playing with them, and an understanding was reached.

For a time the system worked as well as I hoped. The chores were mostly done, mostly on time, and mostly to a “good enough” standard.

The elder boy got to go the movies and do whatever else high school kids do with their friends.

The younger boy’s money box steadily filled up, including the previously promised interest payments and “employer matches”.

Until today.

An unexpected turn

Following the earsplitting sound of the vacuum, I walked through my front door and into the lounge room.

There I was shocked to discover a random seven-year-old kid vacuuming my rug!

I vaguely recognised him as a kid who lived further down the street.

We stared at each other briefly, then I nodded and he got back to completing the job.

I headed upstairs and found my elder boy doing his geography homework at his desk.

I demanded to know why the kid from down the street was doing chores in our house!

My son carefully set down his pen, and gave a guilty smirk.

Your rules on the fridge don’t say that we have to do the chores, only that we have to make sure the chores get done”.

His smirk became a shit eating grin.

Remember the other day, when you explained outsourcing to me?

I nodded warily, a feeling of impending doom warning me I wasn’t going to like where this conversation was heading.

Well I heard what you said, and thought it sounded like a good idea. You pay £5 for the vacuuming, because you hate the noise. I offered him £3 and a go on the trampoline if he came over and did it for me.

I goldfished, simultaneously feeling proud of his entrepreneurialism  and horrified at the subversion of my beautiful system.

This wasn’t the money lesson I had hoped to teach my children, but I couldn’t fault his logic.

I shrugged and headed back outside, he was right about one thing: I did hate the noise!

Lessons in management

Over the next few weeks my son learned a few harsh lessons about the difficulties in finding and retaining reliable of staff. Also how hard it can be to motivate workers to achieve the desired quality levels.

The neighbour soon proved unreliable and was fired. He was replaced by an older, harder working, girl.

The transition was a difficult one for my son, as she proved to be a much tougher negotiator than the boy had been. She wanted more money and couldn’t be bought off with a go on the trampoline.

My elder son’s profit margins reduced. I’m not sure what he will do when the girl tires of playing with our cat!

Whatever the outcome, for now my children are taking care of the household chores, just as the urban myth promised.

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  1. youngfiguy 5 December 2018

    The brutalities of the ‘free market’.

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 5 December 2018 — Post author

      I’m just dreading the day angry parents come knocking on my door complaining about child exploitation!

      At least kids aren’t entitled to minimum wages until they are aged 16.

  2. Mr. RIP 5 December 2018

    Haha genius!
    I didn’t expect the final cliffhanger, your kid is very smart.
    … Or perhaps we just re-discovered that capitalism is about exploitation of lower class?

  3. [HCF] 6 December 2018

    Good story, made me laugh 🙂 I sorry for your system but I can not resist giving him the credit for his smartness. And you were the one who educated him about outsourcing so… That kid will go places. I don’t know what would have been my reaction if I came home to a stranger vacuuming my floor… We don’t have such problems yet, our younger daughter is still in the coin munching age and our older one don’t show any interest in money, except throwing a coin into her piggy bank just for the sound. Looking forward to experimenting with such systems in the future. The good old saying that sometimes you earn something, sometimes you learn something is a good fit here 🙂 Thanks for sharing.

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 6 December 2018 — Post author

      Glad you enjoyed it HCF.

      Every kid is different, and most will figure things out in their own time.

      I’d not heard the “sometimes you earn something, sometimes you learn something” expression before. I like it!

  4. Dr FIRE 6 December 2018

    This is hilarious. You can’t fault your son for listening to your life lessons! Sounds like he’s going to go far in life.

  5. weenie 6 December 2018

    Haha brilliant, very smart kid!

  6. Caveman 6 December 2018

    Love this. We (I) thought about paying then but then we (my wife) decided that it wasn’t the message we want to send. Instead we’re going down the route of “we are all members of the house so we all do jobs.” It’s working a bit.

    I think that our escalation of this will be “well if you don’t do your jobs then we won’t do jobs for you either…” We’ll see how that works out…

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 6 December 2018 — Post author

      Thanks Caveman.

      A challenge with your proposed escalation path is whether you (collectively) are willing to send your kids to school in dirty clothes and without a packed lunch, given all the judgement and recriminations that would inevitably follow from teachers and other parents in the school yard at drop off time.

      If not then it is an empty threat and, if your kids are anything like mine, they will recognise it as such.

      I must confess I blinked when personally confronted with that challenge.

      I have sent the older boy to school with plain bread for his lunch a couple of times, demonstrating what being on the receiving end of a half assed job feels like. He hulked, but learned the lesson.

  7. Nick @ TotalBalance.blog 8 December 2018

    I laughed out loud, when I got to the unexpected turn part. HAHA!

    I will definitely keep your chore system in mind. If it ends with my kid outsourcing her chores to the neighbors kid(s), so be it. At least the neighbors kid(s) will then learn the value of hard work. Better them than nobody learn that lesson! 😛

    So far, we haven’t gotten that far in terms of chores though…She’s only 4, and are still struggling just to say PLEASE when she asks for something…Oh dear, I think I’m in for a rough ride with this one.

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 8 December 2018 — Post author

      Thanks Nick, glad you enjoyed it.

      Good luck with the parenting adventures. If you do manage to find the secret formula for successfully getting your kid to do chores well and without complaint, please share it!

  8. Cashflow Cop 1 June 2019

    This was such a brilliant post that I had to share it with Mrs. CFC.

    I loved every bit of the story. I couldn’t help but think the situation with your wife could have easily been avoided if your router was able to cast (not sure on technical word) out two different wifi signals. You can then apply different passwords for each signal (5G and 2G).

    I’m going to have to seriously think hard about how we reward our kids for chores when they are older now. I forget how good they can be at playing the system to their advantage.

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 2 June 2019 — Post author

      Thanks for the kind words Cashflow Cop.

      On reflection, I’ve learned that messing with the wifi is hazardous to health and happiness (mostly mine).

      It is also futile. The elder boy has a mobile phone that includes some data, and when that is exhausted our elderly neighbour’s wifi has a “password” that is laughably easy to guess.

      His six year old younger brother is just as subversive. The other day I saw him watching Netflix. This was somewhat puzzling, as we don’t have Netflix. It turned out he had watched his grandmother logging into her account during our recent visit, and memorised her credentials.

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