animal farm

Lucas snuck into my purse (yes, it’s big enough for him to sneak into) and triumphantly pulled out my half-eaten bag of who-knows-how-long-it’s-been-there animal crackers.  These were actually good crackers, the cookie-like ones with a good amount of detail — not the dry,  bloated is-that-a-hippo-or-cat ones.

So Lucas grabs the turtle and shrieks, “Tur-to! Tur-to!” Then gleefully bounces tur-to on the couch, muttering, “quack quack, quack quack.”

Man, I love that kid.

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