Adrian has some change that he keeps in his “Cars” piggy bank. However, he can’t just leave his rattling treasure alone; he constantly takes it out, accidentally raining coins around the house as he plays. Yesterday, he was in one of his “scrooge” moods, taking out his coins, counting them, playing with them, and shrieking in jealousy if Stephen even looked at them.
“NOOOO!!!! MINE cor-ter!!!”
We were getting ready for swimming at the YMCA, so I advised Adrian to put his coins away in his piggy bank and get ready to go. This advice, not surprisingly, went ignored. Adrian clutched handfuls of coins as he put on his shoes and coat and made his way to the garage. Suddenly, he tripped and fell, scattering the coins all over the garage and under the van. His horrible, primal scream brought Eric running, convinced I had run over Adrian’s leg.
Adrian sob/screamed, “MY MONEY!!! NOO-HO-HO!!! MY MOOOONEEEEY!!!” as he kneeled on the ground, keening and clutching the air tragically as if he’d just lost his entire life savings. “MY MOOONEEEEY…AHAHAHA….” He continued to sob and wave his hands around in the air, despairing at the enormity of his terrible loss.
Eric and I, trying to sympathize, couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. We collected his money (even Stephen, despite Adrian shrieking at him to not touch his cor-ters). Adrian regained his wealth (all 76 cents of it), deposited it back in the bank, and we were off to swim.