I was taking care of my roses today, while my son, 9, was keeping me company. I told him, " I love roses, aren't roses nice?" He looked at me and said, " but you're supposed to love me!"
He brought his caterpillars so I could see them. He says they're unconscious right now. They've been in a jar for 2 days (all mothers will be smiling now, I'm sure). I didn't want to burst his bubble, he's so proud of them. He's named them Mr. Snits, Mr. Oats and Trecko. I went outside and found 3 new caterpillars, slipped them into the jar... viola! No more coma!
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