“My great-grandma gave me this money,” said my three-year-old, happily clutching a $20 bill he’d gotten as a present.
“That’s right,” I said. “How did you know that?”
Pointing to Andrew Jackson’s face in the middle, he said, “Because her picture is on it.”
My cousin always “borrows” money from her older brother’s piggy bank, which drives him crazy.
One day, she found the piggy in, of all places, the freezer.
Inside was this note: “Dear sister, I hope you’ll understand, but my capital has been frozen.”
We had just finished tucking our five kids into bed when three-year-old Billy began to wail. Turns out, he had accidentally swallowed a penny and was sure he was going to die.
Desperate to calm him, my husband palmed a penny that he had in his pocket and pretended to pull it from Billy’s ear.
Billy was delighted. In a flash, he snatched it from my husband’s hand, swallowed it, and demanded, “Do it again!”