My kid attends a social group called Nerdtopia and yesterday, on the way over there, there was a huge wind storm. I didn’t think much of it when I dropped him off because I was rushing off to my own activity (B’nei Mitzvah and havdallah service for my classmates). When I went to pick him up, half the class was huddled around one of the directors as she tried to feed a little nestling bird they figure had been blown out of a tree. I came home and made a little nest for it. 🐦
MOO. Cow.
Oh, Grover. So nonchalant in correcting one’s self. It can only happen when one smells like a monster.