Ha! Now that I've got everyone who reads this stuck in an infernal fragment loop of "Greatest Love of All," I can now feel I am not the only one in this predicament.
But, really, I do believe our children are the future, at least our 5 and 6-year olds. Awhile back I got the idea to collect the contents of DJ's pockets for a week and blog about how children are natural hunter gatherers and cleaners of the world. Any brightly colored/strangely shaped/weirdly beautiful object gets immediately tucked away until I find them when I'm cleaning out DJ's pockets in preparation for laundry, or melted on the inside of the dryer drum after I forget to clean out his pockets before laundering.
Last week, the old man and DJ, along with another father-son team, went exploring in the wooded areas around Possum Creek. The above picture contains the artifacts DJ came home with from this expedition:
- Five golf balls
- Four used bottle rockets
- Two shotgun shells
- Part of an iron grate or rake of some kind
- One pair of sunglasses
1 comment:
Interesting! Maybe we are born with a mind set to collect and save stuff but with time we tend to think we can buy anything again if we need it so we don't need to keep the old stuff "just in case".
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