In which there are treasures

I have one gorgeous, funny, unique son: his most appropriate description is he is the kid that people who don't like kids like. But he's a boy so, despite having tried to avoid gender stereotyping, his treasures are rocks and fossils and guitars.

However, I have a god-daughter, Ingrid, and I'm visiting her mum today. I'm staying in Ingrid's room and I have to say how much I love this treasure case and how proud I am that it displays some of the little things I've bought her over the past four years. The sort of trinkets I could never buy my son.