Easter Trillium
Moo: (looking out the window at the DRIPPY DRIPPY RAIN) I fink it is going to rain until I grow up to be a man.
Mama: (looking out at the drippy drippy rain that has kept small folks underfoot all day) yes, sometimes it feels that way.
Moo: I fink because it is that way, it is going to rain until I’m a man.
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Except he will never be a man!
He will always want to be a little boy and have fun. I will not allow him any of this ‘growing up’ nonsense.