Thomas, all caution, from the sandbox:
"Uh... Mommy. There's some kind of dead thing buried there in the sandbox. (Points nervously with shovel.) It's not a stag beetle or anything (meaning it's not a stag beetle, but rather some other ridiculously large insect). Uh... I don't think i want to dig in that part of the sandbox anymore."
(Scoots away.)
Rosemarie, uninhibited, while clutching that dead sparrow i'd been meaning to scrape off the driveway:
"Bird. Bird!!! Dead. Hands. Dirty. Sky!?"
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2 comments:
LOL! Children come in all varieties!
Ahh the boldness to investigate the things that stir the curious soul. Some little girls run with it...so much like her mommy, yes indeed. I do love it.
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