Priceless

I was at the grocery store with BC the other day and the cashier gave him one of those “paid” stickers. The ones that you put on gallons of milk to show that they were paid for. The cashier, trying to be funny, told BC that the sticker would show that I bought him.

In the car, he asked if I really bought him. I told him that he couldn’t be bought because he was worth more than all the money in the world. I’m sure that he didn’t understand what I was trying to say, but he smiled, so that made me feel good.