Trixie has become such a big kid, and communicates so well about so many things that it’s easy to forget that there’s still a vast world of cultural knowledge that rest of us of take for granted, and that she hasn’t experienced once. This showed up a couple of times this past week.
First we got a soda can out of a machine. She’s seen plenty of vending machines but we’ve never used one before. The drink in question was a delicious peach flavored Fresca. I stuck in the money, she pushed the button. When the can dropped — ka-KLUNK! — she jumped back four feet and came awfully close to landing on her ass. After thinking about it some, I bet she expected it to open up like a regular fridge. That would be the more civilized approach to dispensing beverages, but vending machines are not a high society item. Didn’t I mention, we were getting a Fresca?
Next we were rolling coins. You might expect that rolling coins had some sort of relationship to the aforementioned vending experience, but alas, it was just coin rolling day. The coins in question were an overflowing bucket that dates back 5 or 6 years. I figured I could get Trixie to help me with the counting and sorting. In exchange I told her I would share the profits.
She got into the idea of sharing and wanted to go get her piggy bank which is full of coins and a single dollar bill. She came back with the dollar bill ripped in half and declared she was going to share it with me. That caught me off-guard like crazy. Ripping up money. To be fair, Trixie hardly ever sees paper money. We don’t use it. Not at the grocery store, not at restaurants. Sometimes at Thee Dollhouse but Trixie isn’t usually there with us.