Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Padded pockets

Each morning when I iron little boy pants, I always await the surprise contents of the bumpy pockets I press. Most mornings it's rocks, dozens of little shiny momentos plucked carefully throughout his day. Some days it's old band aides or crumpled and washed used tissues. But on special days, like this morning, I get tickled by the pure randomness of Landon's little treasures.












A squished gum wrapper, an Elvis Insiders pin and card (?), and the pièce de résistance: a plastic cockroach.

Must have been a banner day.

5 comments:

Maeli said...

He sooo showed me his Elvis momentos when I saw him yesterday. haha. I love that kid!

Devin said...

Oh my gosh, did he?! He's such a goober.

Gina said...

You are a WAY better mom than I am to iron little boy pants..during the week..before school!!!

jubilee said...

They didn't all fall out in the wash?! Wait! You IRON?!

Roselawn said...

Awww... the little things like that are what you will cherish when they are grown and gone!

Sherry