Monday, February 3, 2014

Quarters

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.

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