sandchip
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We were having family over yesteday afternoon for food, gifts, etc. Got finished early getting everything ready and hit the neighbor's yard behind mine and found a whopping 13 cents in clad before my bride called me to tell me that my daughter and her hubby had arrived. So, eventually everyone got there and blah, blah, the kids were out in the front yard throwing the frisbee and football on a downright beautiful day following 3 dismal days of much needed rain. My son Luke, the one who finds the exceptional bird point at second base in Little League, the stellar LeCroy point at our land (that I paid for), the gorgeous Crawford County pottery jug in the creek while we were looking for arrowheads (seeing a pattern here?) comes up to me and says, "Hey, Daddy, look what I found just laying in the grass out in the front yard" like it's no big thingy. The only explanation I can muster is the Hispanic church across the street. The children play out front, in the street, in our yard after church and it either fell out of a pocket or was being thrown around and lost. Everybody says he's just like me. My reply is "Hell no, he's the new, improved me." In all honesty, I'm always tickled when he finds something good in hopes that it will fuel his fire for collecting. Merriest of Christmases, everybody!
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