His Two Cents
Last week, I made quesadillas for supper. As I was washing dishes, 8yo Drake came in and held out two pennies. I thought he’d found them, and told him to put them with the rest of his savings.
He held them out again. “No,” he said, “they’re for you.”
I took them. “What for?”
“A tip. For the quesadillas.” He smiled. “Bet you don’t get that very much.”
I laughed. “No, I don’t.” I gave him a hug.
I do make very good quesadillas.
(Posted originally on Facebook, but again here for those who choose to abstain.)
November 30th, 2011 at 4:04 pm
Such a cute story!