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When Money Buys Happiness

Were we going to the store my son wanted to know.

And I shrugged.  The idea was possible but not likely.

I watched my son’s too-short, red pajama pants tear down the hallway and then return before I’d taken a second breath.

“This is for you, mom,” he beamed.  He held out the worn five dollar bill that had floated from his birthday card on Saturday from grandma–all the money to his name.

“Buy yourself anything you want.”

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One Response to “When Money Buys Happiness”

  1. Ann Marie K. says:

    Too precious, his generous heart!

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