For a while, I huffed. I puffed. I shook my head. I tossed items in the cup with a furrow on my brow.
Then as I watched the collection grow, I became intrigued. I looked at the found objects before tossing them; I wondered what caught the small attention. I wondered where they came from. Some were obvious, with their shiny or sparkly parts. Others? Only the mind of a child could love. Coins, rocks, buttons, rubber animals, dried flowers, leafy crumbles, metal bits and even the latch to a window screen. (Note to self: check that all screens are latched.)
It is the window into their days. It is the key to personality and quirk, and each item tells a story. One girl has odd bits and unusual pieces. One boy has rocks, rocks & coins. Another girl, always a tiny animal.
I began to look forward to befuddled smile that grew on my face each time I delved into small pockets.
The detritus of the world, collected piece by piece by a child with an eye.
Laundry may not be fun, but pocket finds do add interest.