Jackie loves animals, or "aminals" as he still calls them. On a walk by the Wisconsin River he found a caterpillar, pictured on his sleeve.
"I love you caterpillar, forever and ever," he professed, patting it gently. "You are so fuzzy and awesome."
He brought it to a nearby playground. He brought in the car on the way home.
Then suddenly I heard, "Eewww!" from the back seat.
"Lookit!" he said, holding up his chubby index finger to reveal a little brown blob.
"It pooped on you," I said. "We'll wipe it off when we get home."
A moment later he announced, "I threw my caterpillar out the window."
"That wasn't very nice. I thought you loved him."
"Yeah, but he pooped on me."
"That's what animals do. They poop wherever they want."
"Well, he didn't have to do it on me."
"I love you caterpillar, forever and ever," he professed, patting it gently. "You are so fuzzy and awesome."
He brought it to a nearby playground. He brought in the car on the way home.
Then suddenly I heard, "Eewww!" from the back seat.
"Lookit!" he said, holding up his chubby index finger to reveal a little brown blob.
"It pooped on you," I said. "We'll wipe it off when we get home."
A moment later he announced, "I threw my caterpillar out the window."
"That wasn't very nice. I thought you loved him."
"Yeah, but he pooped on me."
"That's what animals do. They poop wherever they want."
"Well, he didn't have to do it on me."
1 comment:
Ah, the wisdom of children. In my naive past, I personally have loved too many people who have taken a metaphorical dump on me. I should have thrown them out the window...not metaphorically.
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