Saturday at the park, Mike Budas and I went metal detecting.
Three little kids with their mom and dad came running over to see what we were doing.
One said I am three. I replied, Oh yeah, how old are you? Six, and then the boy spoke, I am five. The six-year-old corrected him; you are not; you are four and a half.
I told them what we were doing and explained we are hoping to find lost treasures.
The six-year-old, all excited, said look what I found and gave it to me. It was a little rubber magnet. She said you can keep it. I said aww, that's nice!
The end.
OH, I found one rusted pipe, a pull tab, a rusted who knows what it was metal disc, another rusted hunk of who knows what it was, and a 7/Up bottle cap.
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