And then there was a metal detector...

Now that Luke had earned the money, he wanted that metal detector, the Garrett Ace 250. He was specifically attracted to this one because we had seen many Youtube videos of people using it to find gold. It looked easy enough to use and this was important to me. This thing is bigger than Luke so I knew I would be the one swinging this sucker around.

I hadn't told him, but I had bought a Garrett Ace 250 off of someone on Craigslist a few days prior and stored it in my trunk. Something I found out through calling on metal detector Craigslist ads is that people buy their kids these things for Christmas, then immediately start screaming at their kids to stop digging holes in their yard, then they sell it on Craigslist at a reduced price. I heard about five similar stories in a row. Too bad for their kid, but GREAT for mine!

Since my hubby thought pulling the metal detector out of the trunk would be anti-climactic and not a real-world-enough money-exchanging-hands kind of transaction, we arranged with my neighbor to pretend she was selling one. The next day we let Luke know there was one for sale across the street. He was excited and ran to put his money in an envelope. He was so excited that he didn't even want to spend time labeling the envelope "metal detector money" so he labeled it "MR MY" which was supposed to be some kind of excited 6 year old shorthand.

You can just view the pics below to see how happy the boy was to buy his first real treasure hunting tool:

Please no comments on my thermal blanket-covered couch, we were fostering kittens at the time and thermal blankets are one thing cats do not like to put their claws into. <- helpful information possibly? I try to be helpful.

As we were walking home across the street, the boy was trying to detect metal anywhere he could:

...and finally found some at home. After a few huge holes in the backyard, we found some rusty parts and some pennies. Score!

Pay no attention to the background. All we see is a sweet boy who is proud of his treasure. La la la....


All I have to say is, how my hubby can fall asleep outside, with a towel on his face, after a cup of coffee is beyond me, but it happens.