Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Be Still My Beating Heart
This pile of loot was not found by me, no, it was sought out and collected by my five-year old grandson (soon to be six he would want you to know), Jackson. When I had him and his brother, Emmett, on Monday, Jackson said he didn't want to take the sports equipment up to the park, but instead, he wanted to go on a treasure hunt. This was child-speak for collecting bits of found objects. So with plastic baggies in hand, we set out. The only rule was that Jackson had to point to his goodies for my approval before he picked anything up (wanting to avoid syringes or pieces of glass). Jackson's first discovery was a piece of a bicycle reflector. SCORE!