Your Moneys Is My Moneys

Without fail, at 7pm every Sunday, all summer long, the ICE CREAM MAN drives through our neighborhood. (And for some strange reason plays Christmas music.) Since Soapfi has bionic hearing, her head immediately pops up, she does that whole eyes open wide – mouth in an “O” expression, and she squeals in pure delightful anticipation.

Last Sunday was no exception. However, since 7pm last Sunday was post family picnic (see here for the litany of all she had eaten that afternoon!) a visit with the ice cream man was not in her cards. Since she can hear him from so bloody far down the block there was plenty of time for her to attempt to negotiate.

Explaining she had already had plenty of treats that day, she countered with “I’m still hungry”. Offering her fruit or cheese was countered with “I don’t want fruit and cheese”. So I finally said that Mommy didn’t have any money, and asked if Soapfi had her own money so she could buy ice cream. Soapfi immediately excitedly responded that yes, indeed, she did have her own money. (Which came as a shock to Mommy, as I know she doesn’t have a piggy bank yet, and she knows the difference between real money and her fake play money)

So she hopped down off her chair, marched up to Daddy held out her little hands and stated “Give me my moneys”!

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2 thoughts on “Your Moneys Is My Moneys

  1. Oh my gosh, that is the cutest thing ever!!!

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