Hmm. Made me a bit wistful for the boy whose pockets used to contain acorns and rocks and rubberband ammo. And made me a bit proud that, aside from the Sharpie, everything here was purchased with his own hard-earned money.
"When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child,
reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things."
- 1 Cor. 13:11