I have been searching for just the right piggy bank, in other words I am picky and hadn't found one I liked. Well, my Dad had given Brooke a propane tank bank (for those of you who don't know, propane is what put me through college....it's the family business) and she has already filled that up by sweetly asking grandparents for as she puts it "coins, pease." Well, in walking through the Target dollar isle the other day (you've GOT to love that isle) her Paw found this hot pink piggy bank and yes, it suited my fancy just perfectly.
I know that was a paragraph just to tell you that now every time she hears change jingle she jumps up, runs in her room, asks me to get her piggy down then takes off ASSUMING whoever is rattling that change will give it up for her. Obviously this method works for her! Today at lunch she sweet talked the lady at 82nd Street Cafe (one of our favorite local mom and pop restaurants) out of $.26 and suckered Paw into forking over some change as well, so as soon as we got home she had to put it in her piggy!
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