Holden has a slim wallet. It holds a few coins, a fair amount of bills (when he has them), and a couple of private notes.
Ewan has this as his wallet.
Yep. A gigantic money box.
And in our great weekend garage sale (that only lasted on a Friday because Saturday was too rainy), each boy made $7.
I never knew the hole that $7 could burn in your pocket. Er. Money box.
By the way, a money box gets heavy.
It requires its own cart.
After, ahem, “patiently” meandering (slam dancing) through the food portion of Target, we wheeled the money box over to the funner side.
We picked up a hitchhiker along the way.
Once our destination was reached, Holden had to reassess his financial situation.
I have no idea what Ewan was doing.
But he kept doing it.
And also? He paid for his new toy all by himself.
P.S. This was earlier in the day on Sunday, or as we refer to it, “pre-incident”.
And P.P.S. It was pure awesomeness. Especially since the checker made all of those people behind just wait a minute more so that she could make a big deal out of him.