Zach's collections

The streets of Key West yielded droppings from all sorts of flora. And when things got dicey with toddler anxieties about separating from the collection du jour, we tried photo therapy. As in, "no, you can't keep it, but I can take a picture for you to remember it."

Just don't ask what happened with his buyer's remorse over a VW bus souvenir, once he realized he could've gotten a train. We're still talking through that one, though now the questions are just "mommy, next time when we go to Key West, I can get a train?"

Yeah, sure. Next time we go to Key West. (Fortunately he has no concept that this may not happen till I retire.)