I took Jonesy to the lake Monday evening. We spent more time chasing grasshoppers than fishing and she soon became more interested in the insects than the fish. We came home with four in a plastic water bottle. (One for her, each of her sisters, and her mother.) I explained to her that they would probably die and we could just throw them away the next day and she was okay with that. Tuesday morning a couple of them were still alive. She took them to school to show her teacher.
Four days later and one of them is still alive. She has named him Hoppy. He's down to just 4 legs, but is spending the last days of his life being doted on and tortured by a sweet four year old little girl who loves him very much.
2 comments:
It's so fun to be four. As long as she doesn't start keeping rodents as pets, I think you're in good shape.
Hilarious and adorable! (I meant Jonesy, not Hoppy) :)
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