Sam crawled into bed with us this morning and somehow the conversation turned to who he’s going to marry when he’s older:
Sam: I’m going to marry Jessie! (His older first cousin)
Me: Uh no. You can’t marry your cousin.
Sam: I’m going to marry Hazel! (His sister)
Me: Uh no. You can’t marry your sister.
Sam: I’m going to marry Twig (Our cat)
Me: Nope. Not gonna happen.
Sam: Oh right, I can’t marry Twig. He’s a . . . . boy.
Me laughing uncontrollably: No, that’s not the problem.
With his “secret plans and clever tricks,” the Enormous Crocodile desires to lunch not with but on a nice, juicy child.
