Where the dead people go.
Yesterday we took the kids out of school so that we could all go to the zoo together for a last outing in Adelaide as a family.
As we stood watching the Lions, waiting for them to be fed, Emily said to me, “They might feed them a person Daddy!”
“No, I don’t think so, I think that you’ll find that they will give them a bit of meat from a dead animal.”
“It might be a dead person Daddy.”
“No, I really think that you’ll find that it will be a piece of dead cow Emily.”
“Or it might just be a bit of a dead person, like a leg, Daddy!”
I gave in, obviously there wasn’t going to be any swaying that line of thought.
Beauty tips
This morning as I was getting Emily into the car, I told her how beautiful she looked.
“I don’t want to wear beautiful clothes Daddy,” she told me adamantly.
“But I like it when you’re beautiful,” I assured her.
“Yes, but I might get them dirty and then I won’t be beautiful and I’ll have to put on even more beautiful clothes and I might not have any!”
Ah, the workings of a young mind.
…2 more sleeps … yikes!
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