Link-hopping reminded me of something.

[conuly]

See, when I was, say, three, we were having money troubles of one form or another. This all ended in my mom staying up late, counting up all our pennies to pay the rent.

And you know how you count pennies, first you dump them out, then you stack them neatly, *then* you count them, right? So she'd finished her stacking, and it was dawn, and she sat down for a bit....

Well, I don't know the exact timeline, but it seems somebody in my family came downstairs, saw all these pennies stacked neatly on the floor, shouted "PENNIES!" and ran through them all!

_{I deny all knowledge of these events}

So I was quite amused at this story of the kid who destroyed the sand mandala. Not too concerned, though - it took them two days to get halfway done, they had three days left, and it's only made to be destroyed anyway. Besides, they weren't upset at it, or at least they don't admit to being upset at it.

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[wodhaund.livejournal.com]

That's really amusing, actually. *giggle*