We went away this weekend for a family trip to celebrate Tate’s birthday. Unfortunately, a combination of bad weather and a bad cold (mine) found us back at the hotel earlier than expected, with the children looking for something to do.

Cat, 7, decided to make her own fun. She put my bra on over her nightgown and then went around to her father, sister, and I holding up the cups and saying, “Change? Anyone got change for a pretty lady?”

I burst out laughing but her father was not as amused. “Ummm. Don’t you think you should tell her that isn’t appropriate?” he said.

“You are right dear,” I replied. “Cat honey, Mommy has a life lesson for you. Do not ask men to put change in your bra. Ask for paper bills. With BIG numbers on them.” I fell back laughing onto the bed.

Darling Hubby, whose face and hair were noticeably grayer than when the conversation started yelled, “Daddy has a new rule. No one in our family gets to make money by people putting ANY kind of money in ANY of our underpants.”

There go the retirement and college funds.