Miles received a Valentine’s Day card from Grammy and Papa (and Uncle Ben) today, which was exciting enough for him, but then he opened the card to find something he hadn’t really seen before.
Yes, within the card was a crisp new five-spot.
“What this?” Miles asked, holding the bill up.
“That’s money,” I said. “Five dollars. Which is actually what you owe me, so you can just give that to me.”
“No!” Miles countered. “It’s my money!”
It’s pretty remarkable actually, just how quickly phrases such as, “Give me my money!” and “Where’s my money??” have entered Miles’s verbiage. He is now asking us for a wallet to keep his money in.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 