Several of my kids (Patches, Cyr, and Emma) have their own email addresses. They annoy, I mean write, family members from time to time but mostly it just makes them feel grown up. Today Emma was checking her mail and got one from her email service provider to receive $10 off a premium subscription. She was bouncing in her seat and showed me her reply. "Thank you so much. I want my money in dollar bills not coins." I burst out laughing. I let her send it anyway. Bad Mom.