We went out in the backyard briefly this evening (it’s hot, you see, and the bugs are getting to be a bit of a thing, and though they don’t seem to bite the children, it’s because they are all busy biting me instead, and pleased though I am that the small people are spared itchy mosquito bites, I’m not entirely happy about the means by which that is achieved). Margaret wanted to play with the hose, because she loves the hose, but she was distracted by Ellie and flowers. She loves picking flowers.
And they smell so nice too.
She could tell that Ellie needed one.
So she gave her one.
Ellie’s not sure what to think of it.
Or, you know, of what thinking is. But she definitely has gnawing on her hand down pat.
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