An Elephant Never Forgets

I wanted to get Mason one of those fancy piggy banks. You know, the really pretty ceramic ones that run about fifty dollars? Then, I came across this:

I made it as a girl scout, in what I'm pretty sure was third grade. It could have been fourth grade though. Either way, I remember being really proud of my elephant bank. When I found it in an old box of junk my mom brought up, I didn't care about the pretty ceramic piggy bank anymore. I wanted Mason to have my elephant bank. It was in rough shape, but I could fix that. A little sanding, some paint, and a couple of googly eyes later...

...a bank for Mason. Both made and refurbished by Mommy.