That my friends is a marble. That my son brought home. Why is it in the trash? See following conversation...Me: Did y'all have a good day at school?
Jack: Yes!
Gwyneth: Yes!
Jack: I got a marble.
Me: From where?
Jack: I dunno.
Gwyneth: From the treasure box?
Jack: We don't have a treasure box in the second grade!
Me: So where did it come from?
Jack: Ummmm....t-o-i-l-e-t.
Slamming on my brakes
Me: What?!
Jack: It was in the toilet.
Me: At school? (as if that matters)
Jack: Yep. But I washed my hands.
Me: Jack, that is disgusting!!
Jack: Uh, I washed the marble too. With soap. Really good.
Me: Why would you do that?
Jack: I saw it and told my friend Noah and he said, "Well...GO back and get it!!" So I did.
Blech!
That is why it is in the trash. My son went treasure hunting in the school toilet.
