Mom, are you mad at me?
No, honey, I'm not mad at you. Not at you.
Did you get bad news?
You could say that. It's a letter from the bank.
The letter makes you mad?
Yes. It makes me mad and sad.
Because they want a lot of money. I need to give them money for the house. I'm sorry, Bubby. It just makes me in a bad mood. I love you, though.
You can have my twenty dollars, mom.
No, Bubby - your aunt and uncle gave you that for Christmas. That's your money. You keep it.
If you change your mind, I will give it to you.
I know you would, Bubby. I know you would.