My niece Courtney (age 5) comes up to me tonight with a chair arm cover on her head and says in a real quiet humble voice, um miss, can you please give me some bread? I said why do you need bread? She said well, me and my 3 kids live in the woods and we need some food. I asked her what she usually eats and she said branches, grass and rocks. I said, oh wow, "does that hurt when it goes down your throat"? She said yes. I asked her where her husband was and she said oh he died. There was a bad storm and some hairy wolves came and attacked him. She said I threw him in the river and then he died. What an imagination! She cracks me up.
Dear Jane Book Review
10 years ago
