This morning Dylan politely requested that he be allowed to eat pudding for breakfast.
"Moooooooooooom!" he yelled from across the house. "I. WANT. PUDDING!!!!!!!!!!!"
"You are crazy! It's 9:30 in the morning!" I said.
Ten minutes later.
"Mooooom! I SAID! I. WANT. PUDDING!!!" he yelled again.
"Yeah, well, I want fifty bucks." I said.
He jumped off the couch and ran by me into the kitchen where he grabbed the step stool.
"I have to get the stepping stone to get mommy fifty bucks so I can haaave pudddding!!!!" he sang out to noone in particular.
He went into my bedroom.
"There's money in daddy's room!" he yelled out, again, to noone specific.
He pilfered a handful of change from Bob's dresser and returned to me, not with $50 but rather a quarter and two pennies.
"That's 27 cents. That's not fifty bucks," I said.
"Oh, OK!" he grabbed the coins and ran back to The Bank of Daddy's Change.
He returned again, this time, two quarters, three pennies.
"Closer, but nope. Not fifty bucks yet," I said.
"OK!" he was getting annoyed now.
He left and returned again, this time he only had the pennies.
"No dude. You're not getting it. Get the big silver ones," I said.
He left again and returned a few minutes later with four quarters, stacked neatly.
"Here you go mom. Big silver ones. Fifty bucks."
What can I say, I gave the kid a pudding.