Ewan has been carrying around a Target magazine from March because there's a toy advertised in it that he's been lobbying us to buy him. He was reading the prices aloud to Liam.
Liam has already figured out how to subcontract his chores out to Ewan for a depressed wage. Ewan thinks any money, even a penny, is a miraculous thing, and he will put away all of Liam's clean clothes for two cents.
"I hope he never learns math," Liam told me yesterday.
I told him that it would take Ewan for forever to buy the toy he wanted at that rate. (Sort of the idea. He has too many.)
Liam sighed. "I'll buy it for him then," and retrieved the correct amount of money from his bulldog wallet.
"Thanks, Liam!" Ewan beamed.
