Weston came down to breakfast this morning with one hand shoved in his pocket. He got up on to the barstool, still, with one hand shoved in his pocket.
I asked him what was in his pocket and he answered, "Nothing."
I asked if he was sure about that because I really thought there was something in his pocket.
After a few seconds to think it over, he decided to come clean. He pulled out a handful of coins, spilling them on the floor.
I asked, "Did you want to take that money to school?"
He said, "Yes, because my friend Christopher broke his toy and I want to buy him a new one."
Oh! Sweetest boy ever!
I helped him put the money in a bag to give to Christopher.
Then he asked me, "Can you give me ten?"
His generosity was still sugaring up my heart, so I started to pull some coins out of my wallet to add to the toy fund. Weston stopped me, "No, I already have ten cents...I want a straight one, you know, ten dollars."
LOVE my boy!
8 comments:
So... did you give it to him? ;-)
That is so sweet.
what a honey!
ya I want to know what you did? He is such a nice boy.
sweetie pie.
oh, that is the sweetest story ever! What a sweet, sweet boy!!!
i did not give him the straight one...
anytime you do want to give a straight one, just have him write m-i-c-h-e-l-l-e on a baggie.
He seems so tender hearted and sweet! Aren't they so funny at this age? Love it!
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