I love money, and money loves me.

A grandmother who called it filthy lucre, and a grandchild who cannot ask for a raise without their voice going up at the end. The two facts are related, and nobody in that family ever connected them.

Attitudes to money travel down a household like a nose or a temper. Most people are running an inherited program and mistaking it for a personality.

Warmth toward money is allowed, and it is not the same as worshipping it. You can be fond of a tool and still know exactly what it is for.