I'm always finding little "collections" of things throughout the house. Legos. Rocks (they go back outside). And, Jackson's all-time favorite: "The world's smallest pencils." These are pencils that Jack has sharpened and whittled until there's barely anything left. Sometimes removing the erasers, so he can make them smaller.
He's the artist in the family, so I'd like to think that he keeps them in his pocket for impromptu sketches. That would explain why most of these have gone through the washing machine. And for some, the dryer, too.
What do your children collect? (Or what do you collect?)
I should to a whole series on "You know you're getting old when ..." This happened to me again this morning. This time I was lowering the deck of the treadmill and sniffled simultaneously. I guess my body can't multi-task anymore. I could only run two miles today. The movement of my arms and the jarring of my neck hurt too bad to continue.