somewhere in southern wisconsin

The other day we were headed home after some errands and saw a man standing at a light stop holding a sign asking for help (ie, money). I rolled down my window and gave him a few dollars. Of course the kids had a few questions, and basically just told them that every now and then, everyone needs a little help.

That night, Gracie was sleeping in our room on the floor, and she asked me, “Do you think you were the first one to give that man money?” I said, “No, probably not, there are lots of nice people around.” She paused, thinking, and then said, “You mean like Grandma?”