I've Got Somethin' in my Pocket

All at once, David realized a fascination of pockets and rocks.
Wow! It was exciting when he put the two of them together.
(Can life get better than this!?! I submit that it cannot!
He snuck out back one morning before bathtime, happily playing with his rocks.
I was in the kitchen doing dishes when he came back inside saying, "Hewp, Mama. Hewp Mama."
"What do you need help with, David?"
"Ummmmmm . . ."

The problem was simple. David found a new "pocket" in the front of his pajamas.
But in this "pocket" he couldn't retrieve them like he usually can.
. . . as the "pocket" proved to be deeper than he expected.