By the end of each day, my pockets are filled with all of the things I've collected off of the floor or out of the hands of my toddler. I dump them out at night and they become a visual reminder of the day.
Sometimes they're gifts, like that withered blueberry in the middle, and sometimes they're objects of danger, just begging to be put in a little mouth and swallowed (sidenote: a friend's toddler once swallowed a penny and got deathly ill as it nearly blocked his intestine--so frightening!). Who knew so many perils lurk underfoot? Guess that just points to my poor housekeeping habits.