Nothing in life is free and money doesn’t grow on trees.  But maybe in backseats.  Hmm…  maybe…

My kids occasionally keep spare change or a few dollars in the car.  Never more than about $5 each and always in their designated spots.  There we go, context provided.

The other day, I entered the car and saw a dollar resting on the backseat floor mats.  It was probably one of the kid’s, but which one?  No way to tell.  I shrugged.  Gas money, I guess.

Then Friday, it happened again!  I know!  Strange, amazing, and welcome.  Then I felt sort of bad.  One of my kids is losing a dollar a day.  Then my mind shifted.  Maybe I just have a magical car.  Yes, that must be it.  A Magical Car or as I like to think of it now, “Retirement Fund.”