Blythe was standing up in the bathtub tonight.
She said, "I . . . get . . . you!"
And then she threw a cup of water on Kent.
(Patch nose snake)
At 3:30am, Brandt came into our bedroom and woke Kent.
He asked, "Dad, are there snakes in Utah?"
"Yes," Kent replied, "there are snakes in Utah."
"I don't like snakes."
Kent told him that snakes are nice and afraid of us.
"Snakes are mean," Brandt countered.
Gotta love mid-night reptile conversations.
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