I have confessions to make.
I steal from my children.
I steal their change.
I wish I could say I only steal it if it is in the laundry, or the living room floor. But no. I have sunk to new depths. Now I steal it even if it is sitting on an end table, or in their room. In fact, if the coains are not in a place specifically designated for change, like a mason jar, or a piggy bank, I steal them. (I don't steal it from Tanner. He give his to me. He says, "Here I hate change and I know girls like change.)
I wish I could say I do this for some noble cause like to prevent Shaye Baby from eating it. Or maybe I donate all the spare change to the SPCA. But no.
Here is my second confession.
I am an addict.
I use the change to buy coffee from the corner store on my way to work. Coffee there costs 1.38. I don't want to break a dollar for the .38, so I plunk down whatever assortment of change I have scavenged from the kids.
There. Now you know my deep dark secrets. I hope you will still be my friend.
(To make up for this egregious flaw in my parenting I occasionally treat the children to a Sonic. And while I am there I get one for me too!)
(This reminds me - when The Coach and I were dating he would empty his pockets of change onto my entryway table everytime he left the house. I was so broke at that point the Coke it bought me from the teacher's lounge vending machine the next day was quite exciting! This might be where it all began.)
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