Today Meggers came to me with a sad expression on her face and her little pudgy hands cupped carefully around ... a fly. She found it dead in the windowsill and wanted to bury it in the back yard and say nice things about it. Just as I gave her the go ahead Kiersten noticed something was going on and wanted to see. Meagan said "No Keertin, he's already dead. Don't hurt him." Kiersten yelled "cocwate" (Easter turned her into an instant chocoholic) and her little hand quickly darted out as she tried to grab it. Meagan squealed and ran, all the time trying to explain the situation to Kiersten in a very serious, almost somber voice. When they finally came to a stop Meg realized her hands were empty and they found a new game to play. The fly wasn't completely forgotten however. Later that day four little hands were found drawing pictures of The Fly who almost had a Funeral.
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