My children don't pay me. I would be upset because they are my grandchildren. Beloved! But from time to time my young, one or the other, takes me out for coffee, for dinner, for goodness out there. I have reason to look forward, we have peace of mind, I have something to remember, I eat something I have never eaten before. : o From time to time they bring me a carton of milk, oil, sugar, fabric softener or something like it was at a discount of a few sixes. Always what I definitely welcome. They know me. When I want to pay, they get mad. They definitely invest more in me than I do in them. And it does me a lot of good. Not the money, but the fact that they think of me and want good for me. PS I am also strictly forbidden to buy adult gifts. I can only children.