It's our little habit. Travis will leave the house for work and Bree will inevitably ask "Where'd my Daddy go?" And I'll answer her "He had to go to work baby. He'll be home later." Usually this satisfies her and we go on about our day. Sometimes though Brianna will feel the urge to ask this question several times. When that happens I start to elaborate on my answer saying, "He has to go to work and make some money...somebody has to!"
Over the past few years Brianna has received several penny banks as gifts from various relatives. She has thought it's neat to put change in, fitting the coin into the slot and hearing the solid "thunk," for quite some time now. And, her daddy enjoys giving her his leftover coins and watching her joy at plunking them into her little pink piggy bank. They've even started discussing the types of coins. Travis will point out pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters as they go in the bank. Bree has gotten as far as remembering the names but hasn't quite matched the names to the actual coins..she mostly calls them all nickels (I think because she likes to say that word).
So, all these concepts about money, making money, and who brings the money home have all started to become more concrete to Bree....
Travis takes a backpack to work and usually comes home with some coins in the front pocket, leftovers from vending machine purchases at work. For the past few weeks one of the first things he does after getting home is tell Brianna to get the change out of his bag and they spend a few minutes happily putting it in the piggy bank. Tonight was no different except that afterwards Bree asked to do it some more. "We can't," her daddy told her, "that's all I have. You put it all in there." With that she looked at him and quite solemnly told him, "Daddy, go back to work. Get more money!"
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