Can you stop by the bank?

cat oh reallyI was sitting at the kitchen table attempting to update a few things online for my husband’s website. I had a plate sitting next to my laptop with a slice of cheese pizza and cheesy bread on it. Aaron runs/skips/dances/twirls over to me from the living room and says:

“Hey mama! Tomorrow can you go to the bank and get some money so that you can buy me a skateboard? I want to show you a SUPER COOL TRICK!”

I slowly close my eyes. It was a long week and I don’t even know how to respond to this ridiculous suggestion regarding how I should spend my weekend and/or money.

Me: “I’ll see what I can do.”

He leans his head down onto my dinner plate and picks up my cheesy bread with his little teeth. I glare in his direction and he just stares at me chewing…

He walks over closer to me and with nasty garlic breath he whispers…

Aaron: “Ask them for $100.”

Money does NOT grow on trees!

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And…I’m done.

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