This morning we took some time to write a note and color pictures for ShaSha’s friend who is in the hospital.  After the pictures were done my conversation with BigZabba went like this:

Mommy, is he old or is he new?

Well, what do you mean?

Is he old, or is he like you?

He is an older man.

Is he poor?

No, I don’t think he is poor.  Why do you ask?

Well, I think it would be nice to send him some dollars in his note.  Then he could buy something special for himself since he is sick.

With that she marched upstairs and took her last $2 from her bank and insisited that we send it with her picture.  How sweet is that!?  I am so thankful for her sensitive, generous heart.  I am sure this 84 year old gentleman will get a kick out of getting $2 in the mail from a 5 year old.