Blythe called to me from the other room, "Mom! Are we made of meat?"
"Yes, I suppose we are," I reply.
There is a pause, then, "Do rolly pollys eat meat?" Brandt is obviously telling her stories about the rolly polly he has captured and imprisoned in an empty sunflower seed bag. Poor girl will likely have nightmares about rolly pollys nibbling her meaty toes in the middle of the night.
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