Have Cash

H, back when you were at Learning Tree, this happened and I forgot to tell the story.

This one day there was a bake sale in the front office.

I think the Kindergartners do it every year. Or maybe I am inventing things.

Anyway. We were walking past their setup and you asked me to buy you something.

I quietly told you no. And that I didn’t have any money for it anyway. They only accepted cash.

In a heartbeat, you announced to the entire room, with a dozen parents and kids coming and going:

We can’t get anything because my dad does not have any money!

Everyone exploded with laughter.

Laughing too, I told the room:

I don’t have CASH! That’s different.

Ha!

I love you, goose.

You make me laugh everyday.

I love you.

-Dad