This morning as I was moving a load of Chase's clothes from the washer to the dryer, Harvey the train fell to the laundry room floor. It would seem that my little guy has reached the age at which little boys begin shoving everything into their pockets. Visions of the treasures I'll discover in the coming years are filling my head. Is it beyond unreasonable to hope that instead of finding rocks, marbles, and frogs, I might in the future find a lovely pair of earrings or a Starbucks gift card in my laundry? Yea, I thought so.
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