bluebird, bluebird

So, The Kidling likes animal role play. A lot. Last night she was a bluebird. Which, of course, means she had mealy worms for dinner. Everything she put in her mouth was a mealyworm. After she had thoroughly stuffed herself with ‘mealyworms’ this was the monologue we were subjected to:

“My mealy worms are coming out of my feet! Out of my vagina! Out of everything! My mealyworms are coming out of my body! They’re escaping from me! I’m sad because my mealy worms can escape.”

Yeah, Kidling? Let’s forget about this one, okay?

About The Mamahttp://kidlingville.comProfessional talker, editor, emailer, problem solver, adjunct lecturer, blogger, and mother to the brilliantly absurd Kidling.

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