I will fix you

Mommia tan you buy me dis? (holding a toy he found in the grocery store)
Oh bud that toy is $30. I don't think that we are going to get that one.
Otay.
Mommia tan you buy me dis? (holding a play dough jar set)
Sure. That you can get. 

We leave the grocery store and target is right next door. I want to run in there real quick to get a new dog bed.

Mommia tan you buy me dat? (pointing to a display of spider man toys)
No Seark I just bought you play dough.
So what's dat mean Mommia?
It mean you kids are gonna make me go broke?
WHAT DA HECK?! WE GONNA BREAK YOU?!

I just laughed and sad no not really and then watched Seark eye up the toys. Then me. Back to the to toys. "Peaspeaspeas". These kids want EVERYTHING. Seriously everything it is never enough. If you ever came to my house you would see that it looks like Toys R Us threw up in here. We have a room devoted just to storing toys. The toy room. Jam packed with toys. Every kind of toy you can think of. Blocks. Video games. Remote control cars. Balls. Robots. Toys that talk. Toys that walk. Board games. Art supplies. You name it we have it. The toys spill over into the living room. I step on tiny Legos all day. If you have never stepped on a tiny Lego.... consider yourself lucky! Those things should come with a warning. The overflow from the living room trickles into the dining room. Even the kitchen. The top of our fridge is like a purgatory. It is the waiting place for toys that have been taken away. We have tub toys in the bathroom. In the boys bedroom there are more TOYS. I keep small toys in my diaper bag and purse. In my car and the stroller. They do not need anymore toys. Like ever. Seark shockingly did not have a melt down when we actually left with out another toy.

We went about the rest of the day running errands and playing at the park. I cooked dinner. Gave the boys their baths and got them all ready for bed. As we finished reading the first book Seark looked at me very intently. I thought he was about to ask if we could read the book again. Instead he said

Mommia I will fix you.
I am ok. Mommy isn't broken.
You said you kids are gonna make me broke. I don't want you to be broke. I will fix you.

I explained to Seark that when I said broke I was talking about my bank account and that it means to have no money.

Oh. I will fix your bank account then. I just need Daddy's stewbiber (screwdriver)
I wish it was that easy. 
It is. I fix it. Searkie big boy. I tan fix it.

Oh Seark my little sweetness! I just love him and his genuine thoughtfulness. He must have thought all day about what I had said. And how he could fix whatever it was he broke. He had no clue what I was talking about but he was ready to get the stewbiber and go to work.