Suckers

Here's a recount of the conversation Miss Payton and I had in the car this afternoon on the way to Naples.

Payton: Sucker

Payton: Sucker

Payton: SUCKER

Darcee: Honey, we don't have any suckers. Would you like your milk?

Payton: Go to the bank

Darcee: We don't have any money to take to the bank.

Payton: I want some!

Me too kid, me too.

5 minutes later...

Payton: Bank tomorrow

At first I thought that Grandma Jackie and the bank tellers had ruined my non-candy eating kid, but I suppose a sucker at the bank probably never killed anyone. I actually think it's kind of cool that we live in a town small enough that everyone at the local bank knows us, our kids and even my monther in law. They love to watch my girls grow up and always have kind words for them both. Payton has learned to blow kisses and say thank you each time we go through the drive through.