I love to count pennies.  They are my favorite thing to count.  I used to love counting pennies with my dad when I was little.  He showed me how to count by twos; my chubby little index and middle finger working like twins, pushing two pennies at a time off the edge of the table into my waiting palm.  I would stack them up in tall towers, and he would magically fill the little sleeves of paper with exactly 50 pennies, readying them for the bank.  The house would be relatively quiet, except for the ticking of the clock, and the “chink…chink….chink” of pennies falling two at a time.