Sitting on it

Coins aren't a regular part of unsupervised play – there are still noses and ears to be considered – but The Kid loves finding "money," and it was fine that he came up to the counter and found two twenty-five-cent "moneys" while I did the dishes. After rubbing their edges together for a minute, he asked for help putting them in his pocket. As we both sat down, we had this exchange:


Did you get all your money?

I have all my moneys.

Where did it go?

It's in my pocket!

What are you going to do with it?

(Brow furrowed, as in 'Are you stupid man?') Sit on it! I sit on it in my rocking chair.


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So maybe he had the good fortune to be born with his aunt's fiscal sensibility rather than his dad's.