Beth found a box in the garage with 591 bottle caps. She counted. I got to climb around while she pondered over getting rid of them.
Most of the caps are over 30 years old, so they show dents from bottle openers. They're also pretty darn scraped up, because Beth used them with teaching years ago. A giant magnet used to pull up huge piles of the clunky things.
I am posing with my favorite. There are actually lots of beer bottle caps in this pile, too. Beth hid those so as not to offend anyone.
Beth kept messing with those bottle caps, so I kept climbing around. "I thought you were going to get rid of these?" I tried to keep her on task.
I suggested we do something creative. We made a snake. Can you see me?
I thought it would be fun to spell out words. But that takes a lot of space. We made a special heart message and I sat in the middle.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.