Angela and I were sitting on the front steps, eating a strawberry Pop Tart and reading about seagulls.
When we’d finished our lesson and were cleaning up to go back inside, Angela asked if she could have the last bite of my Pop Tart.
“Okay,” I said, and added, “You’re a little scavenger, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she replied, and then paused on her way into the house.
“But I don’t eat garbage!”*
AMDG,
*Some would argue this point, given the nature of that snack…
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