Okay, so a little background info so everybody can understand the creepy lingo in this household (I often forget that what's normal to us makes us sound effing crazy to everyone else):
Monkey Joe's is a fun little place with a bunch of inflatable bounce houses that Sev loves to frequent. I took her to Chuck E. Cheese a couple times, which she associated with Monkey Joe's, and therefore this establishment is now known as "Mouse Monkey Joe's." We roll with it.
Also: we went to Christmas Eve service, and Sev learned about the Christmas story, complete with a baby Jesus (rumored to have been purchased at Walmart) and full nativity set. Seven now loves Jesus.
Okay, now that you're all filled in...
Sev was going through my purse while I was making business calls. She knows she's not supposed to do this, but does it anyway when she's not getting 100% attention, heaven forbid. After I was off the phone, she informed me what had happened. She told me she put all the money from my purse into her piggy bank, which I assumed meant a variety of bills. So we cracked open the piggy bank to really find nothing but coins. We dumped everything out on the floor, then started putting it back in the piggy bank. She discovered three coins from Chuck E. Cheese. She was determined to keep them out of the bank and hold on to them. I asked her to put them back in the bank. Her response?
"No, I want to keep the ones from Mouse Monkey Jesus."
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