Thursday, May 31, 2012

little red hen

Remember the story of The Little Red Hen? Nobody wanted to help her plant the grain, nor water, harvest, grind or bake it into bread, but of course everyone wanted to help eat those loaves.
My grandson is familiar with that classic childhood tale.
"Do you want to fill these pots with dirt so we can plant the squash seeds," I offered.
He hesitated.
Other fun beckoned.
"Remember the story of The Little Red Hen?" I asked innocently, smiling.
He stared at me for a moment and then grinning, dashed to my side to help.

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