Monday, February 7, 2011


Max got a dollar when he lost his tooth a few weeks ago. He left his money in his pocket, which I later found in the washing machine.

Last week I told him I'd give him and Marko a dollar apiece every Sunday, if they were good altar boys.

Max asked for his $1 last Sunday, so I recycled his tooth-dollar.

Tuesday, I found it again in the washing machine, the same day Marko asked for his "altar-boy" dollar. But, Marko asked me to put his in a safe place because, he says, his sisters always "steal his dollars."

So today, Max demanded his dollar again for being a good altar boy.

And the price for all of this: $1, if that. The only cash I ever carry is what I find in the washing machine. Who knows how long this has been going on?