Rocks in my pockets

I know some of you are wondering about this title of this post. It has nothing to do with depression, Virginia Woolf or Signe Baumane.

Recently I picked up the princess jacket and noticed it was heavier than usual, I asked her what was in the pockets, she replied rocks, mommy. Ok, I thought it's a kid thing putting whatever treasures one finds in their coat pocket for safe keeping. Not wanting to invade her privacy I left it alone. 

When I informed her I was planning to launder the jacket she asked that I let her clean out the pockets. Well, you know kids...After growing tired of waiting, I unzipped the pockets and began to remove the contents.  She had the most interesting collection of treasures. Twist ties and plastic bags from the grocery store. She makes ghosts with those, wrappers from dum dums, several business cards, the program from a church event and rocks.

Today she asked if she should wear her coat, I said yes. She proceeded to replace only the rocks and explained why. If the coat doesn't have rocks in the pockets it might very well blow away on the playground.