
This is what I found in her pocket when she got home from school:

This was in the other pocket:

She is so proud. Calls them her treasures.

I call them:
-the things that rattle around in my washing machine
-the reason my purse randomly weighs 5 pounds more than usual
-what half the vacuum tube at the car wash is full of
-the reason every 15-minute walk/bike-ride takes 45 minutes
I'm aware, that someday I'll call them treasures too.
2 comments:
Those are much cuter than the rocks my girls collect from our yard, which are basically broken pieces of cement!
Invest in some cargo pants for her. ;-)
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