My Little Boy's Pockets

I absolutely love my little boy! I don't know how he thinks of the things he does, but his mind is ever-moving. From making "Christmas lights" out of empty 2-liter bottles strung together by his t-ball string, to "surfing" down the neighbors slide on extra vinyl fencing. That kid doesn't stop. His best friend is Carson Amidan. The two are inseparable and are basically the same person. They want the same clothes and toys. They talk the same. We call them the Twins. Carson's mom, Stacey, is one of my best friends, and Robert is good friends with Carson's dad, Kirk. It works out great. Stacey and I just know to expect the unexpected with those two boys. Anyway, I'm rambling, as usual. So the whole point of this is to tell about Braden's pockets and I will do that now. When doing laundry, I empty tons of pockets. I sometimes cringe when I empty Braden's because I really never know what's in there. I've seen used band-aids, rocks, toys, and chewed candy, to name a few. He cracks me up. So here's the stuff that came out of Braden's pocket today. It was so funny because he was dead serious when he pulled all this stuff out. I started laughing and he looked at me like "what mom." I asked him if it was all from one pocket and he said yes. One pocket had all that stuff. What an awesome kid I have! I love him!