Shelved

Last night my husband methodically sorted through our book collection. He scanned the bar code on the back of each book and worked his way, shelf by shelf, across the wall. Ben is a talkative guy, so he kept up a steady stream of conversation as he went along.

About halfway across the room he paused in front of a tall shelf. He reached up and plucked a small plastic toy from on top of a book. The toy was a Lego mini figure.

"Hey, look what I found!" Ben exclaimed, "How did this little guy get way up there?" Without skipping a beat, my husband tossed the mini fig into the toy bin and commented, "Oh well. Good thing he was wearing his crash helmet."