The pot at the end of my rainbow

Pete called me yesterday afternoon on my way to teach religious education with a wonderful gem he found in Matt's bookbag.  His timing was great as the boys were being rowdy in the backseat.  It was not long ago that Matt asked me if my cousin was my treasure like his blue blanket.

Below is a picture of his story.

"Something that is a treasaure to me is my blue blanket.  It is special because it is a treasure to me.  My blue blanket is special to me because my mom gave it to me.  This would be in the pot at the end of my rainbow."

I may not have a blue blanket...but I know this kid is definitely in the pot at the end of my rainbow.