My money!
G found some change on my bed-side table after I had emptied my pockets, and consequently decided it was his. He held it in his hands, while I changed his diapers, continuously referring to it as “Ma Money!”
I don’t think he has any idea what he was really saying, or what the value of the petty change was. But I’m amused it starts now.
Eh, maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll be good with money management.
Better than me, at least, I hope.
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