Booty Hunter

My son is a treasure man. He LOVES finding anything laying on the ground. And I DO mean anything. (We've actually been trying to find him a little treasure chest on-line to get him for his birthday.) Sunday we went for a drive and had to stop for fuel first. On our way in to the gas station, David found a string tag on the pavement, grabbing it before I could tell him not to touch it. He still has it, tucked ever so tenderly, under his pillow where the rest of his "treasures" lie. So, last night Daddy was helping him clean up his room and was amazed by the amount of crap in his room~David's treasures. Torn ticket stubs, rocks, little pieces of string and twine, a loose button or two...then Aaron came upon a broken piece of plastic, black on one side and painted silver on the other. He said to David, "Son, this is a broken piece of garbage, we'd better throw it away." David, frantic, grabbed it from Aaron's hands telling him, "No Dad! It's shiny!". It reminded him of the little, yellow fish on Finding Nemo that was in the tank, waiting for the bubbles to come out of the treasure chest. It really is true, that old saying...

One man's trash, is another man's treasure.


What do you treasure?