A three-year-old's idea of treasure is...

Me: Good morning, Forrest! Did you have good dreams?

Forrest: I did. I had a dream about you mommy (points directly into my face).

Me: What happened in your dream?

Forrest: You and me and Daddy and Lola were hunting for a treasure.

Me: Did we find it?

Forrest: YES!

Me: What was the treasure?

Forrest: It was a box with a TELESCOPE and a SWORD (totally shouting)!