"can you give me some money?"

i was greeted at the door with that question by my adorable nephew, whom also unlocked and opened the door to allow me entrance.  so i handed over all the money i had on me.  he took his pirate booty to show off to his mother, without seeming to take conscious notice of the crispy ATM fed dollars in my billfold.  Unless he played with the wallet for awhile, I don't think he would have even reached the cash money side of my billfold - he had my id now, which he pulled out.  and my leather hat, which i placed on his brilliant dome just after i gave him my wallet.  so he was now uncle rich, which made me jake.  but fairness is something even the little ones must recognize is terribly difficult to achieve.  case in point, when i hit "uncle rich" with the idea that the new jake would now be sleeping in jake's bed, all of a sudden the bed's ownership changed to "uncle rich."  that's fine by me.  he can have the bed, which i am all too happy to sit in and read him a bedtime story on.  jake's choice for his nighttime story last night was "The Giving Tree."  I got that for him awhile back and presented it to him the last time i was in chicago, subsequently reading it maybe 5 or 6 times over a couple days.  My sis told me Jake got the question, "can you give me some money?" from that story.  Apparently he dug the comedic begging desperation i used when speaking it.  so i read this story again last night as per jake's request and i made sure to put a little extra ummph into that sentence.  i found out later at the poker table that jake had been building up the courage to ask me that question since my re-arrival in chicago.  awesome and touching enough to have me crying now.  yes you can have some money jake.  ask me that question again and probably 100 out of 100 times, i give you my wallet or i am willing to give you my wallet.