03 July 2006
for the birds
This morning, Five was feeling busy and chatty. He picked up and sorted cards and pieces from the 8 zillion games lying dismantled all over the floor. He straightened piles of papers, stacked books, invited me to congratulate him yet again for having learned how to be a "good little camper," and frequently lapsed into the purely informational mode.
The best info-bite so far:
"Ya know, a bird is a kind of a chicken."
The best info-bite so far:
"Ya know, a bird is a kind of a chicken."
