Burried Treasure
The other day my son asked me what I was going to do with an empty box. I told him I hadn't decided yet. I might recycle it or use it to put something in it. So, he asked could he have it. Around here empty boxes turn into a lot of things. Some turn into wrestling rings for action figures CM Punk and the Rock. Some turn into make shift basketball hoops. Others turn into skateboards, some turn into caves and occasionally some turn into carry cases for toys. You never know what he has going on in his 8 year old mind for a use of a box or anything else that is empty.
Since he was old enough to walk things turned into lots of different things with him. Spoons were instant shovels to dig with, forks were instant pitch forks, a butter knife made a nice sword. So, silverware often went missing never to be found again. Once I looked all over for my sliver spoon that my grandmother had given me. I looked for days under things, around things, in things, by things, inside of things but nothing. I asked my son and he plead the fifth not in so many words. His idea of pleading the fifth is "I don't know." So, I knew he was not going to be much help at all. If he did know at one time what happened to it he probably didn't remember where that one particular "shovel" was. I looked outside, back then we lived in a place with a back yard, I realized that was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack. I spent over an hour just combing through grass, looking in potted plants and in bushes and under piles of leaves but it wasn't there. I found some toys, dog bones, shoe laces, and old bucket, some scraps of paper, a couple of little boxes, toy hotwheel cars and even an old lipstick. Lord only knows what he was doing with my old lipstick.
As I was just about to throw up my hands and give up I found it. Not outside but inside the house. In a bag of sugar. I asked my son did he remember putting it there and he said he did remember now that I found it. It was one day when he was helping his grandmother make some kool aid and they needed some sugar and I know that grandma never puts enough sugar in the kool aid and I nodded in agreement, she really doesn't when she makes it because she says too much sugar is not good for you and you might get sugar diabetes, so he continued. So, he says, when she gave him some in his sippy cup, at the time he was using sippy cups, he said it didn't taste good so he snuck back into the kitchen when she was watching her shows and he used that spoon because it was little and put some more sugar in his cup and he must have forgotten it in the sugar bag.
All I was thinking that at least it wasn't a shovel somewhere buried in the backyard that he had used for digging up pirate treasure. My spoon was safe in the sugar bag. Now, it is safer in a box on the high closet shelf. When he gets older I will give it to him and one day he can give it to his son or daughter and it will probably turn into a magic wand or a mirror to adjust a fake mustache. Whatever becomes of it I know it will be just fine and so will he. Him and his imagination will be just fine.
Since he was old enough to walk things turned into lots of different things with him. Spoons were instant shovels to dig with, forks were instant pitch forks, a butter knife made a nice sword. So, silverware often went missing never to be found again. Once I looked all over for my sliver spoon that my grandmother had given me. I looked for days under things, around things, in things, by things, inside of things but nothing. I asked my son and he plead the fifth not in so many words. His idea of pleading the fifth is "I don't know." So, I knew he was not going to be much help at all. If he did know at one time what happened to it he probably didn't remember where that one particular "shovel" was. I looked outside, back then we lived in a place with a back yard, I realized that was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack. I spent over an hour just combing through grass, looking in potted plants and in bushes and under piles of leaves but it wasn't there. I found some toys, dog bones, shoe laces, and old bucket, some scraps of paper, a couple of little boxes, toy hotwheel cars and even an old lipstick. Lord only knows what he was doing with my old lipstick.
As I was just about to throw up my hands and give up I found it. Not outside but inside the house. In a bag of sugar. I asked my son did he remember putting it there and he said he did remember now that I found it. It was one day when he was helping his grandmother make some kool aid and they needed some sugar and I know that grandma never puts enough sugar in the kool aid and I nodded in agreement, she really doesn't when she makes it because she says too much sugar is not good for you and you might get sugar diabetes, so he continued. So, he says, when she gave him some in his sippy cup, at the time he was using sippy cups, he said it didn't taste good so he snuck back into the kitchen when she was watching her shows and he used that spoon because it was little and put some more sugar in his cup and he must have forgotten it in the sugar bag.
All I was thinking that at least it wasn't a shovel somewhere buried in the backyard that he had used for digging up pirate treasure. My spoon was safe in the sugar bag. Now, it is safer in a box on the high closet shelf. When he gets older I will give it to him and one day he can give it to his son or daughter and it will probably turn into a magic wand or a mirror to adjust a fake mustache. Whatever becomes of it I know it will be just fine and so will he. Him and his imagination will be just fine.
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