There is a magic railing in my mum and dad's house. It's not much to look at but its magical powers confound the senses.
The senses of the 6 year old, that is.
You see, last summer when we were there Amelia found a penny, which she thinks is the greatest thing. She left it on the railing for safe keeping and checked on it multiple times a day.
One such penny checking instance she noticed the penny had magically turned into a nickle.
And the next day, a dime.
This year, when we showed up she set off to find a lucky penny and much to her astonishment found three! Three lucky pennies. Do you know anyone that lucky? Well, I do.
Anyway, on to the railing they went. It took a few days for the penny fairy to notice that Amelia was trying to grow some serious dough. It took some prodding through various whiny statements such as "why are my pennies not changing?" And a sadness of face that would melt even the coldest of hearts.
Nickels. Three of them.
Dimes. Three of them.
Quarters. Three of them.
And the morning we left she went to see what her fortune was and low and behold.......three Loonies.
Next time we go I am staying long enough to turn those pennies into $100 bills.
And then I will be claiming the mommy tax.