Whether we are hanging around the house, or talking a walk around the block (or doing any other benign activity), he will inevitably gather up a group of items and declare them his "collection."
Last week, while we were at Conneaut Lake with my family, Malcolm got to it right away ...
Down at the beach one sunny morning, he and the husband were milling around on the shore, looking for rocks to throw into the clear water, when Malcolm found one that he liked ...
So he hung on to it.
He then proceeded to find dozens more and declared them all his collection.
"Come see my collection, Mom!" he excitedly called to me when I made my way down to the lake that morning.
The "collection" wasn't hard to spot.
There they were, lots and lots of rocks, lined up carefully along one of the neighbors' docks.
It's good I snapped the above picture because, every day since we've returned from the lake, Malcolm has asked to look at his collection ... Better an image on a computer screen (and eventually a tangible 4x6 print) than a box full of rocks in our living room!
Now if only I could get him interested in collecting something that will grow in value and help to subsidize his (eventual) college education!
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