Today we went to the lake. R. had running club and G. played on the playground with friends.
At one point G. wandered over in search of food. It had been at least an entire 20 minutes since he had last eaten.
“Hold my stick while I eat, Mom.”
He handed me this:
For the record, this stick is not quite three inches long.
Being that kind of mother I asked him, “What letter does this make?”
“V,” was his response.
“Sure,” said I. “What does it make with the tail?”
And with no hesitation my sweet, darling boy said, “A slingshot.”
That’s my baby.
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