The scene: the whole family is sprawled in the master bed this morning. I’m still groggy and not quite awake. Hazel has a toothbrush in her mouth and I tell her to be careful so she doesn’t ram it down her throat as she rolls around the bed.
Hazel responds: No, you be careful.
Aline jumps in: If you don’t start moving soon, your muscles will start to atrophy.
Ouch. Zinger. I think that was her subtle way of telling me to get out of bed.
With his “secret plans and clever tricks,” the Enormous Crocodile desires to lunch not with but on a nice, juicy child.
