Endless Pocket

Last night, I went for a walk with my son. For him, it's like going on a car ride. He needs things to keep himself entertained. The game he chose for this particular walk was, "guess what's in my pocket."

"Mama," he said, "What's in my pocket?"

"Your hand?"

He grinned. "Yeah. But what else?"

"I have no idea," I said.

"A bottle cap." He pulled it out and showed me.

Two seconds later, he asked again. "What's in my pocket?"

"What?"

"You have to guess."

"Okay. A string?"

"No." He pulled out a small stone. "Guess what else is in my pocket?"

"I don't know? A toy?"

"No." He pulled out a leaf.

The game went on and on. Each time, he'd drop back and pick something up off of the ground to shove in his pocket. Finally, he came up with a tree branch.

"Dude, that did not come out of your pocket," I said.

"How do you know?" he asked. "Maybe I have never-ending pockets!"

Before I go, I want to let you know that there's a nice review of my book, Ten Zany Birds on the blog, Mommy Wants to Read If you'd like to check it out, please hop over.