Violet came at my with one of the baby toys, a multi-colored, segmented inchworm thing. From about ten feet away she started slowly advancing, telling me all the while, "Daddy, the worm's gonna bite you!"
I was doing something in the sink, so I kept telling her stuff like "Oh no!" and "Ahhh!" When she got close, though, I told her, "Violet, worms don't have teeth. A worm can't bite me."
She paused for the briefest of instants and then told em, "Daddy, the snake is gonna bite you."
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