11-year-old: “In your pockets, do you have…”
Me, emptying pockets of toys: “A raccoon, a lizard, a skeleton, and some silly putty…”
11: “I was hoping for a snack.”
Me: “Oh, no, I keep toys in my pockets, not food. You know that.”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
11-year-old: “In your pockets, do you have…”
Me, emptying pockets of toys: “A raccoon, a lizard, a skeleton, and some silly putty…”
11: “I was hoping for a snack.”
Me: “Oh, no, I keep toys in my pockets, not food. You know that.”