Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The worries of a three year old

Caroline: Daddy, what if a bear ate me?

Me: I'd be sad.

Caroline: What if a bear ate me, but then I just got caught in its throat.

Me: Well, then I'd reach in and pull you out (szchoom!)

Caroline: What if a bear ate me, and I got stuck in his throat, but there was a latch on his mouth.

Me: Then I'd open the latch (flip!) and pull you out (szchoom!)

Caroline: What if a bear ate me, and I got stuck in his throat, but there was a latch with a lock on it.

Me: Then I'd call a locksmith (ring!) and he'd open the lock (pop!) and I'd open the latch (flip!) and pull you out (szchoom!)

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