Last week, a little grandson found two worms in our backyard, and we put them in a cup of dirt. After a while, he ditched the cup and gave them a ride on the back of his plastic fire truck.
His mother wouldn’t let them go home with him, so they went back in the cup and had to stay here at our house.
A few days later, I picked him up and was driving to my house for a play date. From the back came, “I am the stepfather, and my two worms are my sons.”
“Yes, and I am the step father. I am going to take them for a ride in a dump truck.”
I bet they can’t wait.
This is the same kid who once said, (also from the back seat), “Travis woke up his father a week early.”
I could not get that out of my head, and so I wrote a little story about a bear named Travis, and his dilemma waking his father before hibernation ends. Of course, I called it Travis Woke Up His Father a Week Early.
Anyone out there want to share something interesting that came out of a child’s mouth? Love those kids! – Nealie