Immediately after going grocery shopping with Jaclyn yesterday, Miles stepped in the house, said, “Look at this!”, reached into his pocket, and began pulling out rock after rock after rock.
“What…what is all this, buddy?” I asked as Jaclyn hauled in grocery bags.”
“It’s for my collection!” Miles declared, holding up one of the fist-sized chunks. “My rock collection!”
“Miles…” My voice trailed off as I pondered how much space he even had in his jacket pockets. “Where did all of these come from?”
“Well, this one’s from daycare,” he said, using a single free finger to point to a rock in his left hand. “And this one’s from the parking lot…”
Rocks and sticks, man. The only two things a young boy needs.
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