This week, as we walk to school, we've had to gingerly step over a little dead squirrel in the road. The fall must have killed him, because a car didn't, if you get my drift.
Today, he wasn't there. Emma said, "oh! the little squirrel is gone, that was the cutest dead thing I've ever seen."
Probably the first time that sentence has ever been uttered.
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