Saturday, March 12, 2011

Dog Pile

Yesterday in the car, Veronica’s voice drifted up from the back seat.

V: We’re gonna do a dog pile!

Me: A dog pile?

V: Yeah!

Me: Who’s gonna do a dog pile, sweetie?

V: John Paul, Peter, Lucy, Emma…

Me: How did you learn what a dog pile was?

V: The big kids do a dog pile.

Me: Who did they dog-pile on top of?

V: The grass.

Me: Oh, of course. Well, who was at the bottom of the dog pile?

V: A dog!

Me: Naturally.

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