Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I was walking Sahara into the school gates today, having a conversation about something I don't recall, but let me assure you it had NOTHING to do with what came out of her mouth next.

"And then we could maybe catch a bat and then STOMP -stomping action here- on it" -big grin-
"What???"
"We'd stomp on it. The bat"
"Why??? Bats are really nice animals"
"But they fly..."
"So do butterflies"
"But they're bats"
"Yeah...." And I started to tell her a story about when my dad took me to spend the night in forest in Fiordland to see bats in the wild. "And they set up these big nets to catch them in, then tagged them so they'd know which bat was which when they found them again and let some of us hold them and-"
"And then did you STOMP on them?"

I ended the conversation about here before any of the other parents overheard and decided they didn't ever want to invite Sahara over to play.

2 comments:

The Littons said...

Reminds me of some friends who have a three year old boy. All you have to do is point at the ground and say "Look! Ants!" (even if there aren't any) and he'll go stomp stomp stomp all over the floor, trying to kill them.

Jessica said...

Such a sadistic generation =(