Yesterday Caden-6yr got in the car after school and sighed deeply. Then he said solemnly, “It’s going to be a lot more winter since the warthog saw its shadow.”

“Uh… what? Babe,  it’s not a warthog.”

“Oh. Right. That wasn’t the important part. It was the more winter part that mattered.”

I think he was wrong about that as well, but I’ve had days like that, too. Where one short sentence can be wrong in every possible way. At least his was funny. To me. Not to him. He was thoroughly depressed and bundled up against the icy conditions on the afternoon of Warthog Day, and was not terribly thrilled with the prospect of more of the same.

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