If only pocket change was enough

Hubby drives all day at work, and that equates to frequent stops at various gas stations for beverage refills, bathroom breaks, etc. This practice results in a center console full of change. Jonas delights in this fact, and periodically will relieve him of it.

Overheard the other night while he sat sliding his treasure, one tiny coin at a time through the slot on his piggy bank, sung in that syrupy, braggy tone that kids learn so quickly: "I'm going to college! I'm going to college! I'm going to college! Na-nee-na-nee-boo-boo!