My skateboard is old. It is broken. I need a new one.
I tell my dad.
Dad says, "You need money. Do yo have any?"
I get my money jar. "How about this?" I ask.
"You need to save more money for a skateboard," Dad says.
I say, "I will do chores and earn lots of money."
I make a list of chores that will make me money.
First, I feed the dog, but the bag is too big.
I empty the dishwasher, but the dishes are too heavy.
I clean my room. Mom pays me some money.
I sell lemonade. I get more money.
I save lots of money in my money jar.
Dad says, "You need a savings account."
Dad takes me to the bank. We see the manager.
Dad writes on some bank papers. I write my name.
They take my money jar. I am upset. Dad says, "Don't worry."
They pour my money into a machine. It counts my money.
I get a book. It tells me how much money I have.
"Hey, Dad," I ask. "Can I get a skateboard yet?"
Dad says, "Not yet. You must save more money."
Every day I do chores to earn more money.
Finally, I have enough money for a new skateboard.
But I don't want that anymore. Now I want a Robot Dinosaur.
I say, "Dad, I am so glad I saved my money!"