We have our methods, roles that The Targo and I play in our marriage. For example, it's one of The Targo's jobs to get money from the ATM and give me a weekly allowance. It's done this way so I don't have to remember to enter the dollar amount into Quicken. And, I'm lazy. I'll go there.
So, last night, he was putting money into my wallet and Nathan saw him with the money. He said, "Dada, what is dat?"
The Targo said that it was money and began to attempt to explain money to a two-year-old. I'm pretty sure Nathan didn't hear any of it.
At the end of the complicated thesis, Nathan looked The Targo in the eye and said, "Can I eat it?"