Every night when I get home from work, The Babito runs up to me and pats down my pants. He’s looking for spare change.
Our new tradition is to take the spare change I accumulate through the day and put it in his piggy bank.
Tonight, I took him to his room and gave him my change. I told him to put it in his piggy bank while I went to change out of my work clothes.
I was taking off my pants when a dime I had missed fell out of my pants. When The Babito finished with the change, he came into our closet.
“Look Babito,” I said, “I found another coin!”
Babito took the coin and studied it intently. Then he said, “This is an old one, Daddy.”
I said, “Huh?”
“This is an old one, Daddy” he said, pointing to Harry Truman on the dime. “Obama is the new one.”
I was speechless.
