On the way home from violin lessons today I noticed that gas has gone up another ten cents. Again. And I started grumbling and complaining about it.
Bria asked me why it was such a big deal and I told her it was getting so expensive that it was hard to afford to fill up the car anymore.
So, when we got home she got into her piggy bank and handed me a dime. "This is for you to get gas tomorrow with so that it's not too expensive."
That's the best ten cents I've ever been given, for sure.