“Das a lotto money!” says C as she hefts up a shoebox full of change. “A lotto quaters!”
“It sure is, that box has a lot of coins in it.” I mumble shoving my face deeper into the pillow.
C is snuggled between M and I. We’re hoping she can entertain herself for a few more precious minutes before one of us caves and gets up with her. M is much better at pretending to sleep, but I know he’s faking, there’s no snoring coming from his side of the bed.
Of all the available options C has chosen to play with a box of coins waiting to be taken to the bank. She likes to sift through the nickles and quarters, trying to put as many as possible into her hand before she dumps them back into the box.
Much to C’s delight, after a few, not so restful, minutes of having coins piled on our shoulders and fielding wet kisses M and I rouse ourselves and sit up in bed. Coins have spilled everywhere and we help C gather them up and put them back into the box.
“I counta money!” she quips as she holds up a handful of change. “Uno, Dos, Tres, Quatro!”
M and I look at each other in shock and burst out laughing. So much for C being bilingual in French and English. Seems that her daycare providers are better at teaching foreign languages than her own mother.