I found a new trick the other day. I was picking up rocks (as I like to do) and I finally got to the point where every time I picked up a new rock, one fell out of my hand! That sucks! So I started handing them to Dad to hold for me (his hands are bigger than mine). Well he finally said, “Chase, I’m not holding any more of your rocks! Why don’t you put those rocks in your pockets?”
Pocket? What’s that?
Well, needless to say, he showed me that I’ve got these great pocket things on a LOT of my clothes and they can hold almost anything! Right now, I like to stick to mostly rocks though. Mom hates it!
Oh yeah, and I can say “rock” now too.
Ok, those rocks aren’t going to put themselves in my pocket, so I gotta go…
Chase
