Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Trash Money

On the way to our orientation of the curriculum coordinators position Shawners is sitting up in the front seat (no, we don't have an airbag. yes, it's our other car and it's that old. don't ask) and picks up a receipt and says, "oooh. Trash." a few seconds later, "Trash money!" That was cute enough right there. Then he reads the numbers off the bottom and let's me know he read all the code. The next five minutes on the way to Starbucks he reads the rest of the numbers on the rather long receipt. The smile stayed on my face the whole way there.


Courtney said...

awww. :)


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