Well, the other morning he awoke in a state of panic, "Mom! Where are the pants I was wearing yesterday?? I left my treasure in the pocket!"
I fished his pants out of the laundry room and he rooted around the pocket searching for something.
"Yes!!!!" he said proudly, pulling out a metallic object. "My treasure!"
He handed me the following:
He's not reading yet, so the humor went way over his head. According to my husband, this is apparently the name of a designer jeans company that another child must have been donning at school.
The whole thing kind of made my day.