Danny took his accumulated chore/tooth fairy money to the bank today. We'd spent some time counting the change, filling out the deposit slip, and he was eager to get it safely into his account.
One of the benefits of living in a small town is that people know you. Sure, that can go bad quickly, but in Danny's case it means he's a native. The whole of his 6 1/2 years have been spent here. I suspect today may be up there in ranking as one of the very best days of his life. Why? The bank tellers brought him into the room where the coin counting machine is to watch his change being tallied. I don't think he's ever had a more thrilling experience, and the fact that he didn't need me to accompany him made it all the more grown-up. Danny was rather pleased with himself for counting the change accurately for the deposit.
We're working on penmanship at the moment-through the letter "J". Danny is looking forward to being able to actually sign his deposit slip in cursive. I can't remember being excited by banking as a child, but then again, no one let me see the coin counting machine.