Treasure

My big brother is a career Foreign Service Officer. He's been in the Middle East for most of his 20 plus years with the State Department (as well as growing up in Iran), and for us that means...cool gifts. We all received frankincense and myrrh for Christmas (it is a great starter for a wood fire by the way...and smells wonderful), and my girls have some beautiful Arabic costumes to wear. We have a shiny supply of silver teaspoons adorned with camels and palm trees, and more sequine-y pillows than a Bedouin could use. One of the gifts is a small wooden box. It's a "puzzle box" and very difficult to open (of course, perfect daughter was the first to figure it out). I personally still can't get it open. But yesterday, rowdy son came running gleefully into my room. He showed me how he had figured out the trick.

"That's really wonderful," I told him, "Since you managed to open it, you can HAVE it. It's for special treasures...people hid gold and money in them in Arabia thousands of years ago. What are you going to hide in there?" His eyes gleamed. "Something special?" he asked. When I nodded, he gave me a big smile.

"I'll put my teeth in there". And off he trotted....

(Read my post Teeth and you'll see why I laughed)