My dad used to collect pennies. He’d go through them and fill books with them.
When I was a teenager, one evening after supper he was occupied doing that in the living room and Mom and I were doing the dishes. As usual she washed and I dried, and we chatted.
She asked me what Dad was doing. I replied, “He’s playing with his pennies.”
She burst into laughter. She and Dad were Italian immigrants, and the word “pennies” sounds like their dialect’s word for (ahem)…