For the Pig

Megan got a piggy bank for Christmas. Because of this, she has come to love money, not because it has any value to her, but because she can put it in the bank. If we hand her change from our pockets of find a spare coin in the couch she excitedly runs to her room yelling, "put it in the piggy bank." If we let her put metal washers in the bank, she'd love those, too.

Sadly, my vacation came to a close this Monday morning. I wasn't really thrilled to return to the grind and Megan didn't really want to see me go either.

"No mommy go to work!" she begged.
"Mommy has to go to work," Mac explained, "to make the money," he added in partial jest.
Megan nodded solemnly, as if it all made sense now. "For the Pig."

Megan got 15 cents (mostly in pennies) when I got home - for the pig.