The second day there, we drove up Snow Canyon to play in the sand dunes. We played there for over an hour. It was warm and soothing and the sand was perfect . . .
When I finally told the kids it was time to go, they did not fight me. But when Rivulet was about to leave the soft sand for the prickly sand on route to the car, she asked for me to pick her up and began to whine:"I want my desert. I want my desert!" with her little hands grasping behind me.
"Oh, are you a desert creature?" I asked
"Nyeah."
No I didn't spell it wrong. She has this way of saying "Yeah" that starts with an N and sounds both whiney and adorable.
And at that moment, I could only think of Heather. "I want my desert. I want my desert!"
(btw, this is my 200th post!!!)
4 comments:
She knows when to take shelter.
Out of the mouths of babes...:)
I love that girl! She knows what she's talking about.
My little Fremen.
At least she doesn't dessert the desire for desert.
Um the word verification made me type in reflater. Are they trying to tell me something?
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