Plop, Drop, and Kurplop

Once upon a time there was a glass jar that sat on a shelf above my washer and dryer. Everyday, pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, and the occasional one dollar bill would plop, drop, and kurplop in the jar. The loot would mound with each passing day. After a few months the cha ching would spill over the sides of the jar! Antsy as a 4 year old ready to tear open her birthday presents, I would bring the container into the kitchen to dump my reward all over the table and then I would commence to Rollllll… Rolllll… Roll up my laundry loooot! Yep, every couple of months I would roll anywhere between $75-100 of ME money. That’s right, some call it pocket change, I would call it a facial!


That was until… someone in the house got a real piggy bank…

Darn piggy bank is cutting into the only thing that motivates me to do the laundry. But I have to admit, since this pig was carried into the house and devoured its first $.57 of MY pocket change, it has been so much fun watching Miss. E learn how 1) beg for money and 2) to put the change in the money slot.
 
Each night when my husband gets home, one of the first things he does is empty out his pockets on the counter. She will be in the other room and come running out at the first sound of change hitting the surface. She will run up to him, hands spread out, and will go "money, money" which  sounds like "honey, honey" it is simply the best (boy that's my second Tina Turner music quote of this post, was anyone else counting?). Then watching her run to the piggy bank and concentrate on putting the tiny piece of change into the equally tiny money slot, is priceless.
 
 

opt, I dropped it...

oh man... where did it go?

got it!

See what I mean? Too cute to be jealous right? I guess I can go another 16 years until my next facial.

Happy Tuesday!