not my dollar!

Last night when we came home from mutual, activity day girls, and cub scouts, the wardlings were all very pooped. (Clyde and I talked to the boys about buying their lunch a few days this week earlier last evening.) The wardlings went upstairs, and we hear crying. It was Jacob. He came downstairs all upset & he was holding a dollar bill in his hand. We asked him what was wrong and he said, "If I give the lunch lady my dollar then I won't have that much money left!" He thought that we were going to make him pay for lunch out of his money. How sweet. It was a very sweet moment!