"Go Outside!" I told him. It was beautiful out and he needed to go play.
He went out and promptly started digging in the
"Mom, today our teacher told us that there's silver at the bottom of Utah Lake! I've ridden over Utah Lake before!"
"Did you see it?" I asked.
"No. But remember I was wearing a life jacket?" He was in a small plane, so maybe he meant a parachute in case the plane lost power.
I thought that was the end of it. But, no, not Baby's one-track mind.
About an hour later. "Mom, I think we should go looking for the silver in Utah Lake."
"Ok. But that would be hard because the lake's pretty dirty. How would you see it?" If anyone's been on Utah Lake they know it looks like a huge mud puddle. I can't bring myself to get into the water.
"Um, you know," to which he waves his hand in front of him like he's holding something. "A flashlight."
"Oh, ok, that might work."
"And we need scuba gear." he informs me.
I must have given him a look of some sort because he tried to reassure me, "You can rent that stuff Mom."
"Maybe you should talk to your dad about this." Olaf has been trying to get me to learn to scuba dive with him, but it's not going to happen. I don't like water, much less sea creatures.
"Yeah! That would be a great Scout Activity! I'm gonna call him now!"
And that was how the Silver Rush of 2009 started.