When I was little, my parents compiled a baby book.

It had photographs and report cards and vaccination records.

And some Bank of Israel bonds from a rich uncle that would mature when it was time for college.

Both were for ten dollars.

Two pizzas on a weekend. Gee, thanks.

But the page with the gift list mentioned three bonds, not two.

So, I dug around the closet and found the third one.

It was for a hundred thousand dollars.

My parents had tried to swindle it.

So, I swindled it back

And it paid for a lot of pizza.