the button raid

Victor knew I'd got some little packs of buttons that I'd ordered off eBay. As soon as he'd eaten his Thursday lunchtime chips he wanted to see them. He loved them and put handfuls into the little wooden box he'd painted last Friday, put the lid on, and carried them everywhere with him. Every few minutes he takes the lid off and runs his fingers through them, picks one out and tells me it's his favourite.