“ONE OF THE BIRDS HAS A PIMP,” yelled Hattie Bella.
“A pimple?” asked Sophie.
“ONE OF THE BIRDS HAS A PIMP! A PIMP! A BIRD HAS A PIMP!” Hattie shrieked, slithering around on top of a sleeping bag. There were no birds or pimps or windows in view.
For the record, ‘PIMP’ is not a flash-card preschooler word at our house.
These are the things that are difficult to explain about children.
On the subject of birds, my current favorite song is Birds by Kate Nash. Coo-ool.
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