Rather than having to come all the way downstairs from my bedroom, where I happened to be quite comfortable, get into my purse and give him the money this afternoon, I told him to go ahead and get it himself.
I had to laugh when my husband told me that as he was taking the money out of my purse, my 6-year old son asked him, "Dad, why are you stealing from mom?"
(Gotta Love Him! Thanks for havin' my back, Wes!)
