Kids say the darndest things, especially those who read a lot!
Schizz is currently feeding the kids a quick dinner while I finish a post and I just heard this:
Schizz (agitated): “Leo! How did the soup end up all over the table?!”
Leo: “I was fighting the Ninns!”
Me, from the other room: “Fighting the what?”
Leo: “The Ninns! They are the bad guys in the Droon books. Julie shot meatballs at them with her spoon.”
(Please don’t ask why we’re having soup in July. It was a busy day. We were lazy.)
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My test of a good novel is dreading to begin the last chapter.
~Thomas Helm
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