Turn out your pockets!

The contents of my son's pockets are always a cause for interest and, on occasion, complete horror...who could forget the dead snail or the mangled bird's foot? One night he kept complaining of stabbing pains in his stomach and I was pretty concerned until I realised he'd stuffed a pair of compasses in there and the point was jabbing his belly button!

Tonight the contents are more mundane but many and varied and, as my parenting skills (or lack of them) mean that my usual model is temporarily sulking in his room and not talking to me (*note* you would suppose this would be a quiet state of affairs but you would be wrong! ;-), I'm reduced to creating a still life from his discarded attire before attempting the washing.

Tomorrow I will be a better parent...