A Piggy Bank
Yesterday Wes and I met with a financial person at Wachovia. We decided that since our car loan and both business accounts are with them, we should move my 401K and Wes’s RothIRA over as well as our personal accounts. We figured that having everything with Wachovia would make them like us more when we go to get a home loan in a few months 
As we sat there waiting for our turn (despite the fact that we had an appointment) Ashleigh announced that she wanted a piggy bank. She mentioned wanting a piggy bank around her birthday, but around her birthday anything she saw she asked for, for her birthday of course. It’s been months, and she hasn’t said another word, so I forgot about the conversation completely. Wes told her that if she behaved while we were at the bank we would go look for one after we were done. She did remarkably well considering we had a 4:30 appointment, were taken back to the office around 5, and left the bank at 6:30. We were all hungry, so we grabbed some dinner and then went to Target.
When we pulled into Target we had the best laugh of the day. We parked next to a Kia sedan. Nothing major, not falling apart from the looks of it, just an average joe type car. Well….Two women, presumably mother and daughter, walk up with an elementary school aged child and a toddler. Grandma gets in the car and grabs the gallon of iced tea from the floor and starts chugging it. Then mom comes around to the driver’s side and climbs through the window. Yup, the woman entered the car through the window. Never in my life have I seen such a sight. We laughed about it for half the shopping trip.
We went to where I assumed the piggy banks would be and Wes found 2 options for Ashleigh on an endcap. One was a pink ladybug, and one was a monkey. She just looked at them both, not satisfied at all. I then found some real pig shaped ones. There was a red one and a purple one with flowers. She still looked at us blankly, and she say, “But pigs are really pink.” Ok, so we got the point. I look to my left and what do I see? Yup, a pink piggy bank, but not just any old pink piggy bank, this one is a princess pink pig piggy bank. It has a tiara and a tutu on. Ashleigh has been asking for pennies for her piggy bank since we got in the car last night. She’s quite upset that the bank is not full already. I guess she doesn’t quite grasp the concept, but we figure encouraging her to save her pennies now is a good thing. She was thrilled when I found a quarter in her room today and called her in to put it in the bank. She wanted to bring the pig downstairs with her this morning. At least she’s excited.