Today morning, before leaving for work, Nitin gave me a 1 dollar coin, and asked me to get a Houston Chronicle for myself from downstairs (nothing great but the way he said it was cute!) ! The kid inside me got into action and I told him that it costs only 50 cents… you’ve given me extra! He said that the thing is gonna give 50 cents back to me. I said but how am i gonna figure out where to insert the money!! He said that it’s not a problem and he’d go with me in the eve to get the newspaper. I was like.. ok Dad!
Doesn’t make sense, right? But, to me, it felt as if my dad’s given me a dollar to buy some sweets worth 50 cents, and instructed me to take the 50 cents back from the shopkeeper!
Cute things like this do make our day at times! Works for me at least!