I held up a bank-wrapped stack of $1 bills yesterday and told her she could have the stack if she could guess how many there were (my finger was covering the 100 on the band). I'd slipped an extra one in the back.
She said "102!". Little hussy KNEW I was messing with her. I said "Nope, only 101!" She was laughing so hard she almost had snot coming out her nose. At her request, I also had to give her and her friend Megan a quick zip around a hilly/twisty old country road nearby. But it was in the green car, not the green one.
Happy Birthday again, Jimbo! Hope you have fun tomorrow. Pook turns 18.