He jingles when he walks through
So we know he has coins in his pockets.
My husband and I roll our eyes.
We don’t care.
He thinks he is getting by with something.
And he is.
We think it is cute at age four.
If he is still grabbing coins out of our massive pickle jar at twenty-four
we might feel differently.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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