I suppose it is normal for seven-nearly-eight but bear has decided he wants to collect stones. He and his pal spent a large portion of yesterday digging bits of brick and slag out of the road (meteorites and granite to bear and his pal) and then washing them.
I did my best to be a good mother and let them use a plastic bowl that they kept in the bath. By the time I had brought up rags to dry the stones they were already dried on the good bath towel (on its second wash as I type) and were looking very pleased with themselves. The bathroom looked like it could be ploughed for cabbages it was so muddy.
I wish it was a new thing, but bear has always had a habit of picking up stones. He has not shown any great insight, but he does have a good helping of wishful thinking. I now have a large bucket of stones in the garden which I don't have the heart to move.
There is always a bright side, though. I have been wondering what to get bear for Christmas/birthday along with the Doctor Who stuff. I can see some geology stuff heading to his gift mountain. It will make a change. I am off to investigate ebay (who is my friend).