text:  I glanced at Isabella, who was watching Charlie with a sober look on her face, her naked baby doll in her arms. "'But it's a beautiful flower, sweetheart. I think Daddy loves his money tree.' "'I do, definitely,' he said, and lifted her onto his lap. "'Wanna spend the money?' Isabella said, plucking a petal from the flower and dropping it onto the table. "'What do you wanna buy, kiddo?' I said.'