Carter is a raven, always finding little treasures. A simple walk through our neighborhood is a hunt, especially the ‘through’ streets, which get “I don’t live here, so I’ll just chuck my ________ out the window,” treatment. Now, don’t get me wrong! I don’t want to make out like we have a bad litter problem, because there really is not, but if you are a treasure hunter, there is plenty to be found.
You simply must be on the lookout. Being three and a half feet tall helps, too.
Yesterday he made out like a bandit! Can you believe people just throw away this stuff? ;) The drill bit is particularly special, and Carter said it was for Daddy. The rest is a gift to me. Since I have plenty of random crap treasures already, the new procedure is for me to keep a photo and toss the grody junk allow the items themselves to go to the great beyond.
Anyone know what that dice (die?) is?
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