"Oh," I said, "it is too cold to turn on the water. I don't want you to get wet."
In a hopeful voice, Brandt replied, "I don't want to get wet. I just need . . . mud."
He was digging in the dirt in the front yard. He's such a boy.
Monday, March 18, 2013
A Boy
Brandt came in early this evening as I was making dinner and asked if he could turn on the water.
"Oh," I said, "it is too cold to turn on the water. I don't want you to get wet."
In a hopeful voice, Brandt replied, "I don't want to get wet. I just need . . . mud."
He was digging in the dirt in the front yard. He's such a boy.
"Oh," I said, "it is too cold to turn on the water. I don't want you to get wet."
In a hopeful voice, Brandt replied, "I don't want to get wet. I just need . . . mud."
He was digging in the dirt in the front yard. He's such a boy.
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