My son placed something on the counter and then turned to me. “Dad! I need you to keep very good care of this, okay? It’s very special to me.”

I looked over his explosion of hair and all I saw was an empty plastic baggie.

“Gideon, that’s… Why is that special to you?”

He grinned. “It’s my special rock collection.”

I reached over him and held it in the air. “There are no rocks in this.”

He audibly rolled his eyes, “Dad, I know that. But it’s GOING to have my special rock collection!”

“When, though?”

He shrugged, “Someday. I don’t know yet. It’s too cold to look for rocks today.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds and then he turned and walked away.

I looked back at the counter and the empty baggie. My little boy was growing up. I thought only adults asked people to watch empty bank accounts for them.