Wednesday, April 16, 2008
handfuls of grass
We have about two patches of non-crabgrass in our front yard. We sat Pela down on them, and, well, she kinda wasn't sure what to think. Then she got her fists around a handful of blades, and she found pleasure in pulling them; as if they were her father's beard or her mother's hair.
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