As this is Monday, it's paperwork day for me. Hate it.
This morning while at McDonald's Little Bit pulled on my arm, asked me to bend down. She then whispered,
"Papa, what does 'donation' mean?"
I explained.
"Oh, it means peoples gives monies to help them when they're in the hospital?"
(We need to work on her plural pronunciation)
"Yes, Sweetheart. When little boys and girls get sick or hurt the money in those containers helps pay for their parents to stay nearby the hospital and for their care in recovery."
The line moves forward, I give my order, I remove my money clip from my pocket. Little Bit steps in and takes my clip before I even realize what's happening. She removes the top folded twenty dollar bill and has that sucker jammed into the slot of the donation container before I can whistle Dixie.
After this blatant robbery she turns those beautiful brown eyes up to me and smiles.
Me, in a state of utter shock, "Little Bit, that isn't funny."
The lady behind the register hasn't moved. The hoople-head behind uses good common sense and doesn't open his mouth.
Then, "Papa, I know it isn't funny. They hurt and need our help, and you're so sweet and it's almost Christmas I 'knowed' you wouldn't mind and that's why I love you."
Me and my big mouth.
See you guys later.
Stephen
