"I need my penny."
"I don't have your penny."
"Yes, you do. It's in there."
He tried fishing around in there, in search of his penny. Seriously? In my pajamas? We argued a bit, as I insisted that it was too early to be awake, and I didn't have his penny in my jammies. Hands out, thank you very much.
I sat up to get my bearings, and sure enough, a quarter fell out of my shirt.
"Oh, there it is. Thanks, Mommy."
He snatched it up, and he went back to bed.
(What? What just happened?)
* * * Fast-forward to late afternoon * * *