When I discovered my grandson Timmy hadn’t been receiving the $300 I sent him each month, I knew something was off. And suspicion quickly fell on my daughter-in-law, Susan. Determined to uncover the truth, I came up with a clever plan to expose her.
For months, I had been sending $300 through Susan, who was supposed to give it to Timmy. We agreed she wouldn’t tell him the money came from me; I didn’t want to seem like I was buying his love. The money was meant to teach him financial responsibility, not to spoil him.
Susan and my son did well enough financially, but I wanted to make sure Timmy had pocket money to learn how to manage it. Everything seemed fine—until one day, Timmy called me, asking for money.
“Grandma, can you send me some money? I really want to buy this toy I’ve been dreaming about,” he said, his voice full of excitement.
I was confused. “But Timmy, didn’t your mom give you pocket money last week?”
