Babysitting is so interesting!
Brother: Did you poop?
Anonymous Boy (Age 11): No... *scent escapes bathroom*... well, yeah.
Me: LOL. *gasps for air*
Just a memory.
It was just a seed. Then, it was just a sprout. We knew the giant would come and squash the delicate flower. We knew the exact day. We could have squashed it then, but we didn’t. We chose to nourish it anyways, to let it grow strong, and tall, and hopelessly beautiful. And it did. And its beauty made us think the day would never come. But it would. The giant would not prolong his visit. ...