"Mommy, where's daddy?" (for the hundredth time this morning)
"Cade, you know he's at work."
"Oh ok. He's at the store with his fwriends?"

"Mommy, why he has to go to work?"
"Well, daddy has to work hard so we can have the things we have. If daddy didn't work, mommy couldn't stay home with you, we wouldn't have a place to live, and we wouldn't be able to buy food and clothes."
Silence...he walks away.
30 seconds later...
"He also goes work to give man food and money dat doeshn't have any."
He's 2, and he gets it. He gets that just because we work and make money, it doesn't mean that it's ours to go and blow. We have the God-given ability to work, and we have the God-given responsibility of using those resources to care for others.
We stopped about a month ago on Lakeland Dr. and gave a guy a few bucks at a red light. Cade was totally confused, so I explained why we did that, and let him know what that guy's circumstances may be. This Sunday, we left cans behind our vehicle at church for a food drive, and I again explained why we were doing that. They see. They remember. They understand. And one day, they will act based on these experiences. I get chills about my 2 year old have a heart for the hurting and hungry.
Take the time. Explain. And Give. It's not yours anyway.