She gets caught not in briars but harmless little stick thingies or that's what we call them. They end up on our hats, our coats, our gloves, in our hair until we walk backwards down our favorite road. I force them to talk about time and they talk at the same time and she wore her gloves on her feet and she went barefoot the last half mile.
He typed, "Phone was destroyed. Got my old one working again though. All is well. Ranger test went well but didn't get the job."
She asks, "How was his phone destroyed?"
I didn't even ask.
Today I am grateful for snotty nosed kids.
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