MB and I were up in the mountains with the Banshees last month. We went sledding, as you can see.
Uhm, I’m sorry. Baby Banshee’s little cap slipping down over her moon green eyes, it’s too much. Too much, I tell you. And her pink snow boot feet. She needs to come here right now so that I may smush her.
Sunday, during their Easter egg hunt at “Nana” and “Pop Pop’s” (my parents), the girls found that some of the hidden plastic eggs had money in them. Oh, quarters and dimes, the occasional dollar bill. Baby Banshee opened one of her plastic eggs, found a dollar, and jumped up and down, proclaiming, “I have a MILLLLION DOLLARS!!”
Tee Tee would like to know how she even KNOWS about “a million dollars” in this economy, but whatevs. It was cute.
If you ever have a million dollars, kid, remember your old aunt, Tee Tee.
She smelled your diaper once.
My son, who is my youngest and four, has lately taken to the habit of telling me what he will do when he is “a dad.” Last night he says, “When I’m a dad, I’m going to buy a spaceship.” After telling him that a spaceship would cost a whole bunch of money – a lot more than he has in his piggy bank – he says, “Well, I’ll just get a thousand dollars.”
Kids and their fiduciary concepts.
Yeah, Dad. How could it possibly be more that a thousand dollars? I mean, chill out.
He and Baby Banshee would get along fine. She’s got a milllllion dollars after all. They could buy a coupla spaceships with that.
I don’t know why my autocorrect changed “financial” to “fiduciary” on my phone.
She *is* doggone cute, Tracey.
I once traded my big, beautiful GOLD pennies for my brother’s puny silver dimes once. We both thought we had the deal of the century. Then my mom took ALL MY MONEY and made me give it to my brother for bilking him. 😛
They are both very smushable.
Mrs. C — Oh, nooooo!
MM — Original Banshee was the sledding queen that day. Fearless. And she didn’t laugh too hard, either, when Tee Tee and Uncle Beloved sledded right into the frozen creek.