Muttons

William has been playing with a very cute tin firetruck bank lately. He loves to put the coins (moneys) in the slot and hear them plink plink plink on the bottom. Some coins are about the same size as some spare buttons I keep in the junk drawer. Somehow he got "moneys" and "buttons" mixed up and the coins became known as "muttons." About a week ago I put overalls on him and he was very concerned about the chest pocket. It needed muttons. What? There's two buttons right there for your straps. No, muttons! Ohhhhhhh, okay. I gave him three quarters and dropped them in his pocket. Now he was a happy camper. The rest of the day he kept taking out and putting back his muttons. Three shiny muttons. "Oh no! Where'd they go? Where's my muttons?"