For months, I thought my neighbor’s kids were doing a great thing, cleaning up the street every Sunday. I’d sit by the window, sipping tea, and watch Becky and Sam sweep and pick up trash. It made me feel hopeful about the younger generation.

One day, I saw Sam hide something under a bush. Curious, I went outside after they left and found coins scattered under the leaves. Confused, I discovered more coins hidden along the street. Why were they hiding money instead of cleaning?

Later, I approached their mother, Grace, to compliment her kids. She burst into laughter and explained they weren’t cleaning at all. Their grandfather had been hiding coins around the neighborhood for them to find as part of a treasure hunt!

I couldn’t believe it. I thought they were being responsible, but they were just having fun searching for treasure! Grace laughed with me, and I admitted I’d collected some of their “treasure” thinking they were up to something sneaky.

We both shared a good laugh, and I realized that while they weren’t the neighborhood angels I thought, they were still getting fresh air and spending time together. Next Sunday, I’ll just enjoy the show—treasure hunt and all!