Show Me the Money

Marek and I are hanging out waiting to pick up Oscar from preschool at the rec center. Tildy is napping nearby in the bike trailer, so I am stealing a moment and laying on the floor just letting my spine decompress.

Marek has just come back from the restrooms which happen to be off a vending machine filled hallway. He doesn't bother to ask about the vending machines anymore. Instead his question is a surprise. "Mom, do you have something long I can reach with?"

I avoid the question since the answer seems a little obvious. "Did you find money under the vending machines?"

"Yeah, but I can't reach it. Can I take the front connection stick off the bike trailer?"

"NOOO! Why don't you just go outside and find a stick to use?"

He happily runs off and a few minutes later I literally stumble upon him on my way to get a drink of water. He is laying on his belly half under the vending machine, fishing for his coin. "Got it!" He successfully reveals his hard-earned quarter.

"Marek, how in the world did you ever notice a quarter way in the back under a vending machine?"

"I just knew it was there."

I ponder this one. "I just knew it was there." Does Marek have unknown and untapped mystical powers? Or is he referring to the common sense idea that money is often dropped and lost under vending machines?

Either way I am impressed. My son has learned the secret to making money!