I dug through my pocketbook. Do I have enough for a coffee?
Rosey stirred from the backseat. "Oooh, Mama, money. Please?"
I gave her a quarter. She's like a magpie - so attracted to shiny things. Unlike the birds, though, she doesn't put them in her beak and fly off, she just holds them for awhile. I figured I had about thirty seconds before she dropped it or gave it back.
I asked for it back when we got to Tim's. I got an owl-eyed stare.
"Not mama money. Rosey's money." Well, okay. My bad for giving it to her.
Then there was a clink! and it fell to the floor. She hung in her car seat, looking sadly down at the floor mats. You could see the wheels turning in that head of hers. She grinned at me, batting her eyes a few times.
"Money all gone. More money? Please?"
Somehow I thought I had a few more years before she started hitting me up for loans.