Making Change With My Boy

For those of you who don’t know, I have a little boy. I won’t tell you his name, because his name is his own business. And he’ll share it with the world when he’s ready.

Online, I refer to him as Oot.

He is my heart’s delight. He is my sweet boy.

This is a story about him. Because that’s what I do. I tell stories.

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A while back, I wrote a blog about my change jar.

(Yeah. My kitchen is pretty orange.)

In that long-ago blog, I talked about how strange it is for me to have quarters in my change ja...