Jason asked to borrow my keys and I said “Yeah, I think they are in my coat pockets”
He did find my keys and also came over with a bunch of rocks in his hands.
“Now I know where our kids get this from” he said smiling.
I must admit that it was one of my prouder moments as being recognized as a parent who has had a little influence on their kids.
On any given day you can find a dried up flower, half a walnut shell, or an assortment of rocks in my pockets, don’t ask me how long this has been going on I couldn’t tell you.
This morning I decided to empty out today’s pockets and take some photos of what I had picked up. Here are some different arrangements of my pocket contents today.
March 28, 2008 at 6:19 am
I had to add this comment from an email my dad sent me because I had no idea I had been doing this for so long. kt
Your pockets have been stuff collecters since you took
your first step; that would be since you were nine
months old!
love dad