Who would have thought that ten bucks in change would entertain you for an hour?
This would be a good time to tell the grandparents that for the next gift-giving holiday, what you really want is a roll of quarters. You and every struggling young person in a crappy apartment in Los Angeles who has to use a coin-operated washing machine.
Ah, memories.
I kept a pretty good eye on you throughout this process, so I don't think you accidentally ingested any nickels, dimes or pennies, but I guess time will tell. I usually make about a buck fifty when I do your dad's laundry. Maybe the same will be true of changing your diaper.
Love,
Mom
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