Every time Troy and I go out walking, Troy has to pick up every rock, leaf, and stick that he can find to take home to his mother. He insists that she loves his contributions to her growing “nature” collection on her office desk. But I think she just humors him, because he’s her baby. Personally, I think he’s a hoarder. Which means that I have to wait until he leaves the house to throw out everything that he brings home. I guess I’m the dehoarder!
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