We sent Piper to the mines yesterday. She’s been lazing about for five whole years. We figured it was time she learn what child labor is all about. And somebody has to help pay for Sissy’s fancy mountain camp. Geez.
Piper went on her mining expedition with her Nana and Papa to the world famous Elijah Mountain Gem Mine. They got their Little Miner’s bucket of dirt and began sifting. And sifting. And sifting. Mining treasures is hard work, but Piper persevered. “You know,” she said, “I’m just really good at this mining thing!”
Turns out, Piper has a knack for mining. She struck it rich! She came home with bags of genuine gem stones.
We set up our own gem cleaning station. Piper’s been hard at work ever since. She’s been washing, scrubbing, sorting. We’re not entirely sure what the glowing one in the bucket is. It’s either real gold or too much flash on the camera. Either way, Piper may have found her true calling.
piperism 
As her mining assistant I need to add that when Piper was packing up all her booty at the end of a hard day in the mine she had this to say “I have so many riches I feel like sharing!”. Papa and I had the exact same feeling.
There’s gold in them there hills. He hah!
Nice. I loved the shiny sparklies when I was her age (all the way to + 15 or 20 years), too!.