"Tell me a story," my grandson begged.
"There was once an old mother hen," I began.
"She listened to her eggs and knew they wouldn't be hatching for a while, so she went off to find a nice worm for breakfast."
"Yuck," my little granddaughter interupted, her voice tinged with girlish horror.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
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