A cute Nick-ism.

I came upstairs yesterday, thinking Nick was napping because it was so quiet. Instead, I found him sitting on our bed surrounded by car magazines. He was organizing his night stand and weeding through old issues to put take them down for recycling. I love it. Purge, please!

As I laid on the bed, watching him, he moved to the wardrobe, took out his jewelry box (it's John Deere, so it is manly) and listened to him say,
"Here's some pennies . . . a nice nickel . . . another nice nickel. I have two nice nickels; they need to go in here." He then put them into his Altoids tin that holds his other fancy coins. I love Nick!