Return of the Scarves

When a grandparent passes away, most people inherit something. Maybe a little cash, some land, jewelery, or a precious family heirloom. When my grandmother and grandfather passed away, my brother got guns. I, however, got a shoe box full of scarves from the 1950's. Seriously. I'd forgotten about them for quite awhile (sorry grandma), but several years ago Marcus discovered them and fell in love with the scarves. He was probably about 8 or 9 and used them to play magician. He tied them all together and stuffed them up his sleeves. We would pretend to watch in amazement as he pulled them out of his sleeve over and over and over and over... Finally, Blake got tired of his son playing with women's scarves, and they mysteriously disappeared (unrelated to Marcus' act). He never admitted to any involvement, but we all suspected he did away with them. Today - as I was searching for something else, I found the missing scarves! Guess who loves them just as much as his brother did! Mason immediately put on a multi-colored one as a sarong. He then used another one as a flag for his laundry basket boat. I can't wait for Blake to get home. He'll be so excited that the scarves have returned!