What have I got in my pockets?
Shortly after Halloween, I noticed my four year old wandering around the house with a huge grin on his face, chuckling to himself. There was nothing funny about what he was doing. He was walking normally. He wasn’t wearing a silly costume. Everything seemed normal.
Except for his grin.
I watched him for a while, and then casually approached. “What’s up, big guy?”
He laughed. “Daddy,” he said. “I’ve got something in my pocket.”
“Yeah,” he laughed again.
I backed up a step and asked ”What is it?”
He laughed again and shouted “Look!”
Then he reached down the front of his pants and pulled out a Twizzler.
My instinct to back up had been correct. I laughed, and left as quickly as I could – before he could offer me the Twizzler..
In case you’re wondering, this is the pocket he was talking about.