Yesterday I pulled from my pants pocket 2 candy wrappers, a crumpled, half-eaten Power Bar, a plastic frog, and a rock that I had been told was "very special". The other pocket had a stick (aka power sword light saber) and some sunscreen. Moms--what's in your pockets? And please note: I did not eat the other half of the Power Bar. I have no idea who consumed it, or even where it came from. I can only hope my progeny did not pick it up off the ground, lick it, let the dog have a taste, and then wipe his boogers on it before he deposited it in my clothing. But, like I said, I can only hope.