I mentioned to Winton, he of the massive piggy bank and fondness for coin sorting, that I needed quarters.
Then I spent my usual Saturday night and Sunday away from the kids and their house.
On return to them/ the house on Sunday late afternoon, before I had removed my boots, Winton greeted me with three quarters: "For you, Mummy. Because you need them."
Thoughtfulness from a five-year-old boy is heartbreakingly wonderful.