“What are these twigs?” I ask Sunboy. “Can I put these outside?”
“Oh no! That’s my Rare Collection. I’m in a Rare Contest with a friend at school.”
“How do you know if something is rare?” (I love probing these lines of thought with him)
“It’s rare if I don’t see it often,” he replied matter-of-factly. “I dug for some of these.”
I tried not to smile. This was fascinating.
“The second most rare thing is gold rocks,” he continued.
“What’s the most rare?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you when I find it,” he said.
Tonight Flowergirl asked what we were eating for dinner, while we were eating it. She knew that we were having tortellini but was playing a game. We all joined in.
One said Snails.
One said Cars.
One said Poopy.
One said Toes.
Can you guess who said what?
You will never find a family like us again. We are the most rare. And you are the most rare too. A collection of individuals, a family. I think we found it, more rare than gold. We all won.
