As a military child, it was always fun when others would move, cause their parents would make them go through their toys and throw tons of them out. Because I had good parents we always had chores, one of which was to take the trash down to the dumpster. This was my favorite chore during the summer cause the dumpster always seemed to be loaded with treasures, my friend's toys. Often times they would get word that we had retrieved them and they would insist that we had to put them back, so I would simply hide them in my basement until they left the country. It was a wonderful way to find treasures and to multiply ones goods.
Our big boy, maybe I should include Pete in this, have found a treasure spot of their own, our neighbors quarry. He puts anything and everything down there. Broken things, things he is just done using, and according to G-Man, "treasures". Yesterday he came home with a motorcycle. It takes batteries and doesn't have pedals so it is a Papa propelled toy. He had to show everyone in the house prior to going to bed. So now he is the proud owner of a green, three wheeled, Papa-propelled, motorcycle.
Can you guess where they are spending the day?
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