It is a beautiful day. Sunny. Warm. The kids munch snacks on the back porch while I chop vegetables in the kitchen.
Suddenly...
Jane: Waaaaaaah! Henry, no! Henry, NOOO!
Me: What is going on out here?
Jane: (still sobbing) Henry said something mean.
Me: What did he say?
Jane: He said I'm not made out of skin and blood and bones.
Me: What did you tell her?
Henry: That she's made of molecules.
4 comments:
'Twas ever thus. Only the words change. The rest of it? Same old, same old.
True. But this response seems to imply you had normal children, which I know not to be the case. :)
It's all the great paradox. What IS normal after all? All "normal" children are "special" in their own abnormal way, I guess.
We can wait to see who else chimes in...
Your children are just too cute :-)
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