My little guy has discovered his pockets. What a joy and adventure they are for him. The first time he came walking up to me with both hands in his pockets, he had the biggest grin on his face. Since that initial discovery, he's learned that he can put other things into his pockets besides his hands. Mothers of boys can attest, when wash day comes, it's with trepidation as you reach your hand into your sons pockets. So far I haven't found any snakes, frogs or lizards. I've found rocks, dirt, grass, lettuce and the latest discovery, the missing tortilla.
Boys, always an adventure.