Shortly after my grandmother passed away, I took my daughter to her grave site, which was located beside a row of pine trees.
“How nice,” I said. “Grandma has a great spot here in the shade.”
My daughter replied, “Mom, aren't they all in the shade?”
“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.”