During recess I was watching one of the little boys digging in the dirt for ages, and when I called them in he took forever to stand up and I could see him stuffing things in his pocket fast.
When he reached me, with stuffed pockets I bent down and asked him what he had in his pockets. I said "you can't take rocks in the classroom sweetie"
"Miss Sarah they're not rocks they're Seahorse eggs, I have to keep them, can I go bury them" with lower lip starting to quiver.
Well having seen 'The Waterhorse' (which I am certain is what he actually mean't), how could I possibly deny such a heartfelt request. So I waited whilst he went and buried his precious 'Seahorse eggs' and got a hug as he went back to class! As we would say "bless his little cotton socks"!