Mary-Beth (in a voice so low it's almost a whisper): Mommy? There was a ear twig crawling by my toes on the ground over outside by the garden.
Me: Oh, you know that ear wigs can't hurt you, right? Did you walk away from him?
Mary-Beth (same low whispery voice): No. I killed him with a shubble.
That'll work.
3 comments:
I like the way that girl's mind works-quick and deadly!! :)
good girl, m-b.
I feed 'em to the chickens for an earwig massacre. blech!
I tried to talk Dan into 3 chickens - we are allowed 3 within city limits - but he won't hear of it. Bummer. They'd have a feast on all the "ear twigs" and "rolie polies" in the garden. Since we don't have chickens and I don't want to use pesticides, I have to use beer. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. ;-)
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