I went downtown this afternoon for a bit. My kids are interested in money (who isn’t?), so I went to the bank to get some ‘samples’ and one of those quarter-collecting books, and then over to our local thrift store to see if they had any money-related items. I passed over a weird tiny vending machine and a scary ceramic piggy bank shaped like a cat (catty-bank?), but I did get this.
A coin purse! Sure, I’ll let the kids play with it for a while, but then this baby’s all mine. Did your dad keep one of these in his pocket? (Dad, do you still have yours?) Lloyd and I have laughed before that our memories of our father’s pocket contents are exactly the same: a coin purse, keys, a nail clipper, a pocketknife and a chapstick.
Plus, it makes an awesome, slightly creepy eyeless puppet.