This morning at breakfast "C" pulls this gallon size zip lock from her back pack and says "look mom!" I look. "Um, what is that "C"?" She brings it closer so I can inspect it and sets it in my lap. As I pick it up, the first thing I see is a used band aid...then another band aid...then a Kleenex...a plastic spoon...a golf tee...a half eaten piece of candy...and then, while trying to hold my breakfast down, we have this conversation...
MOM -" "C", what on earth is this?!?!"
"C" - "Oh, my friend let me have it."
MOM - "Why? Where did this stuff come from?"
"C" - "The Playground."
MOM - "I don't understand, did you get in trouble and someone made you clean this up and take it home to show me?"
"C" - "oh, no, my friend and I found this big bag and we collected the stuff and she let ME take it home."
MOM - "She let you take it home?!?!"
"C" - "Yep!" (looking mighty proud at this point)
MOM - "But "C", this is a bag of trash!"
"C" - (frowns at her mother)
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