Rowdy One is 7 and almost a half.
We pull up to the local fast food joint for a chicken sandwich. (no comment on the choices of a stressed out mother and a hungry kid, amazing things happen a fast food line)
That will be a 1.08, drive up.
I reach down and grab a five and instantly hear....
She will owe you 3.92.
Um okay. That is all I could say as I am checking him by counting backwards in my a quiet as I can.
I learned to count change at 15. When I took my first job. And it took me awhile to master it.
He. is. seven. And he didn't hesitate.