The whole family went on a little road trip today and came across a wishing well. The kids were fascinated with the coins at the bottom of the deep well. My youngest came over to me and I picked him up. He said, “I don’t want to ever go in that wishing well.” I agreed thinking he was envisioning the long drop.
He went on to say, “Then people would put me in their piggy banks.”
That was priceless. I went a bit further and asked if he would then be spent for things like toys. This brought up an interesting conversation about what toy his brother would spend him on. I told him if he were in my piggy bank, I would never spend him. I would keep him forever.
He gave me a look that only he can give, a bit of surprise, a lot of happiness, and asked with some amazement, “You would?”
I got a pretty good hug after that.