Friday, May 9, 2008
M's new office building opened three months ago, with the promise of a free parking spot for him in the garage. However, the garage is still not completed, so M is temporarily paying the daily rate at a commercial lot down the street, and being reimbursed at the end of the month. Meanwhile, though, he's going through more cash than we are accustomed to using. I opened the garage door the other morning to retrieve my wallet from my purse, which I had left in the car. E asked me what I was doing and I told her I needed to get some money to give to Daddy. "Me, too!" she said, and ran off. I was puzzled by her response but didn't think much of it, because weekday mornings are generally crazy enough without trying to understand the workings of a two-year-old. I returned to the house, cash in hand, to find M and hand it to him so I could get the girls in the car and go off to work. Just as I rounded the corner to find M, E came running into the same room. "Here, Daddy! I got monies! Monies for you! Here, Daddy!" She had gone into her purple satin purse and pulled out a wad of play money. She thrust it into his hands, and then grabbed it back. "Wait! I need one money back!" She took one bill off the top, and then handed the wad back to M. "Here, Daddy, you can have this. But I needed this one for L." She then took the toy dollar in her hand and dropped it on L's changing table. "That's for L, Mommy. Let's go to school now."