Mom and Dad were in the kitchen talking about the falling dollar and what it meant. Judging from their conversation, they didn’t know. Mom was having coffee and Dad was having — what else? A beer! I came in to make myself a snack.

My favorite snack is a graham cracker, spread with peanut butter, topped off with marshmallows and, then, toasted to a golden brown. It’s delicious. If you don’t burn the marshmallows.

We were out of marshmallows and graham crackers and it was that part of the recipe that I had a taste for. Mom would never be out of coffee and Dad would never be out of beer — yet, we’re almost always out of marshmallows. It’s a wonder I even know what they taste like.

When I stormed out of the kitchen, they were still talking about the falling dollar. Mom said she heard some rapper doing a music video had asked to be paid in euros. I went to watch CNN, and the tape at the bottom of the screen said Fifty Cent was selling his mansion and was asking 18 million — they didn’t say if it was euros or dollars he wanted, but it gave me an idea.

My allowance is fifty cents. Maybe if I asked to get paid in euros and could save up the difference between euros and dollars, I’d have enough to buy my own marshmallows.

The question is: Will I have to get Mom and Dad to raise my allowance to a dollar before this will work out?