"This is my treasure."

We were running around at our activity center in our condominum and baby was very interested in the beach volleyball court. Right before we left he buried a small rock near the end of the court and marked it with a stick.

• (Baby) Mom, Daddy, this is my treasure.
• (Daddy) Oh, it must be an expensive rock.
• (Baby) Yes. When I grow up I will buy myself a Green Mustang (Some baby's father drives a green mustang in his day care.)
• (Baby) And I will buy Mom a blue beetle. That is her favorite.

The very next day we got busy and forgot to take him outside. It was almost dark when baby demanded to go to the courtyard.

• (Baby) I want to go outside!
• (Daddy) It is getting dark. Can we go tomorrow?
• (Baby) No! (and started crying ...) I want to go outside!
• (Mom whispering) He wanted to check his treasure.
• (Daddy) OK, let's go. But we need to come back before it is completely dark. Is that fair?
• (Baby) OK. That is fair.

So there we went. Two people look alike dug into the sand and picked up that little rock, dug another hole and placed the rock inside, covered it and marked it again.

No, I promise this is not the end of the treasure story.