M has a job! The owner of the local physical therapy and fitness center called me up a few weeks ago and asked if M would work for him this summer mowing the grass. M agreed, so I took him down for the orientation.
No one was sure where we were to get a work permit. We ended up at the local school district office to get one. Even the folks at the school district weren't sure. They called the local high school and got them to fax one of theirs over for us to fill out. Just as it arrived one of the school district ladies showed up in the office. It turns out that SHE was the one that knew all about them.
Once we got all of that filled out, M's new employer gave him the tax withholding forms to fill out. "What is this for?" M asked me that night.
"So they know how much taxes to withhold from your paycheck."
"Taxes? Why do they have to withhold taxes? How come I can't just keep all the money I earn?"
He probably will get to keep most or all of it since he will make so little, but someday he will understand just how much the government can take.
So far he has pulled and dug up a lot of weeds and wayward grass and mowed the lawn. It is just a few miles away, so he has ridden his bike home a few times. Once school is out for him and he has more time of his own, he can ride both ways.
S and J are counting the days until he gets his first paycheck. I'm still trying to figure out why they are so interested in that.