JT bought lunch at school today. I sent him to the cafeteria with a $20 bill and instructions to bring the change home. It helps that he's just the sort of kid who can keep track of his things and so I wasn't worried about the change disappearing, And my confidence was well-placed. He came home with the proper change.
And a story.
Mr. H, the man who works the register in the cafeteria, accidentally gave JT two ten dollar bills instead of one. And when JT got back to his seat and realized that a mistake had been made, he returned to the register, explained what happened to Mr. H, and returned the extra $10.
Between that story and the B grade he earned on today's grammar quiz (hereafter known as the predicate miracle), I'm a proud mama tonight.