Here is the Preston story of the day:

Burke and I slept in on Saturday morning. (like 8:00) anyway Preston was up when we got up--I honestly don't have any idea what time he got up because I didn't hear him before this. There were a few things out of order-- a few toys scattered around and he had emptied a bucket of wet wipes (luckily it was almost empty anyway) but overall there was not too much damage. Pinedale had their annual big western celebration of the year so we were planning to go to a big pancake breakfast in town and the parade. On our way out the door I picked up my wallet (sitting on the counter where I had left it) and I peeked in to check and see how much cash I had on hand. My wallet was almost empty-- my visa and my temple recommend were all I had in there--the rest of my cards, my drivers license, coins, cash, etc were MIA. I just stared for a minute trying to realize what this might mean when Preston came around the corner. I glanced at him and said, "Do you know what happened to Mommy's wallet?" to which he replied, "Oh, I throw your monies in the garbage!!" A look of complete innocence and that wonderful smile of his punctuated his response. So I went dumpster diving through the very yucky garbage and found my things . . .