i'm no fan of squirrels, myself.
hmm. this sounds like the conversation we'd have down at the bottom of the post after we've smoked all that pot*...
ask your mother...
hey, look! stairs!
over by the pond we found these cool seats, carved out of big tree trunks and plated with copper that had poems inscribed on them.
bebe, you should treat animals with repect.
because most of them are bigger than you.
"i guess you're right. if we were in a sitcom, the moral of this episode might be 'don't start fights with people and animals who are either bigger than you, meaner than you, or stronger than you. only start fights with the weak!"
they grow up so fast...
and then we smoked some weed*:
"whoa daddddddyyy... this is sweet... my little brain is flying all over the place..."
*i've never smoked pot in my life and certainly wouldn't smoke it with my daughter. at least not until she's college age, and home on break with some of the really good shit.
coming relatively soon... part 2!