My 5-year-old son bounded into the kitchen this afternoon a few minutes after I got home, clutching his heavy piggy bank to his chest. It’s not actually a piggy bank. It’s really a giant peanut butter jar with a slot cut in the bright red lid, but it does it’s job well. He hoisted the … Continue reading Car Money
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