Christopher (6) is my resident packrat. I try to remember to check his pockets before washing his clothes and he is supposed to check them prior to throwing his clothes in the hamper. Apparently we were both asleep at the wheel. Here's what I found in the bottom of my washing machine yesterday:
The nail is as long as my hand! I have no idea where he got it. He doesn't remember either. When I asked him what he planned to use it for he said, "Well, to build a bed, of course." Silly me. I should have known.
