I had three grandchildren here for breakfast this morning, and after the table was cleared, the two littlest ones went off to play.
Tommy, on the other hand, sat down in the middle of the floor and peered at something.
“Someone was left behind,” he said, and he pointed to a lone Cocoa Puff cereal ball.
I smiled and wondered how to respond to that.
He looked up at me and dead-panned, “It’s a girl.”
It looked like a miniscule ball to me. Brown.
“I’m going to move her.” He picked her (excuse me, -it- ) up and put the cereal ball in the wastebasket.
It’s funny how something tiny can become larger-than-life if we think too much on it. 💡 Nealie