Riley and Connor both have a tendency to hoard shiny things, kind of like a ferret or a raccoon. If you leave change sitting around, it is bound to end up in their hands, before it then ends up on the floor, in the couch cushions, or in the washing machine. Then they get really upset when they can't find their pennies or nickels that they didn't keep track of (because three-year-olds apparently have a lot of stuff to buy). So the other day we were at Target and we walked past a display that had piggy banks, and the boys got all excited, and said, in their best whiny voices, can we pleeeeaaase have a piggy bank? Mommy, I reeeeaaaallly want a piggy bank! Mommy? Mommy! Since they say this about just about everything we pass in the store, I don't usually give in, but I thought it would be a good lesson, learning to save their money and whatnot, but they were more impressed with the idea of breaking them to get the money out than having a safe place for their pennies. So we get the piggy banks, and we get back to the car and I figure I'll start them off with a little bit of money. We put some coins in each one, then I attempted to give Connor a paper dollar. You would have thought I gave him a stinky piece of cowpie or something. "No I don't want that paper. Don't put that in my piggy bank! I'm just going to take that paper and throw it in the garbage!" No matter how I tried to explain that that paper was worth 4 quarters or 10 dimes or 100 pennies, he didn't care. All he wanted was the shiny stuff that makes lots of noise when you shake it. How sweet would it be if I could give them their allowance in pennies when they're older?
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