"But, we don't have any money"

Last week one day I took the boys to the Y. I worked out, then we all swam. I was really rushing to get the boys ready and there in time to get this all in before E's naptime. Needless to say, it was naptime by the time I finished my run and was taking the boys to the pool. I didn't have time to pack a snack, so afterwards I bought Noah cheez-its out of the vending machine. He's always hungry after swimming and it was 11:00am by then.

Soooo, now everytime we go he begs for a snack from the vending machine. Friday we told him that we didn't have any money. We had packed raspberries though, so he was satisfied with that answer and our alternative.

Sunday Paul took him swimming and he, of course, asked again for a vending machine snack when it was time to stop swimming. Paul told him they didn't have any money, but he could have one at home. Well I guess Noah wandered over to the vending machines, LAID ON THE FLOOR, and in a sad, pitiful voice said "I want a snack, but we don't have any money." A woman feeling sorry for our poor, starving child offered to buy him a snack. Too funny! Reminds me of stories of me as a toddler begging for french fries from strangers at McDonald's. And getting them.