I saw that Chris had picked up a penny while we were grocery shopping on Saturday and let him keep it. The next morning, while I was eating breakfast with him, Michael and Elliott, they were talking about the three coins he had collected that were now being held by his dad.

I said, maybe we’ll get you a piggy bank to save your coins. And when you save up enough coins, you can buy a toy. His eyes lit up, and he declared, “I want to buy a Paw Patrol toy!”

Since that conversation, he has not let go of the idea of a piggy bank. He’s like a dog with a bone, the bone being a piggy bank. This morning, Trinity tells me when Chris woke up, second thing out of his mouth (after he said he wanted to go potty) was “I need a piggy bank.”