My money bank!!

The other day I gathered all Cam's change, grabbed his bank details, and marched Cam down to the car for a big, educational trip to the bank. Cam's bank has a coin counter, and it's also in the same parking lot as our grocery store, both of which were meant to be all shades of convenient. And then I realized it was Sunday. Bah!

But alas, I still had to get food. I pulled into the lot, mentally preparing myself for what awaited me -- wrestling Cam into the cart, ready for the fits of "ICE CEAM, ICE CEAM" and other general mayhem like pretending to parent properly in front of strangers when what I really want to do is a) leave him in the car or b) squeeze him a little harder than child services allows to stop whatever behavior -- and lo and behold, there was life in his bank.

America really is the best country on Earth. Bank hours on a Sunday. Eleven to four. And the place was packed.

The convenience of America never ceases to amaze me. Probably because while living in Germany my work hours were the same as grocery-store hours, things closed around noon on a Saturday --when I woke up -- until 10am on Monday, when I went to work. It was pretty dire, but man I was thin. I regularly ate cucumber for dinner. Or eggplant, or stale crackers, or whatever single item that one would leave to the very end in a fridge. That could then be covered in balsamic vinegar. I balanced out the starvation with beer for calories.

Back to beautiful Sunday bank hours, not only did we win a prize for guessing within $1.99 of what we put in the coin counter, but Cam is obsessed with the bank now. He didn't say a word until later that night, when he pipes up with, "Money! Money bank! My money bank! Where'd go? My money? Go, go bank!" for nearly an hour, and several times this week. Awesome.