My Daughter the Naturalist
Lyla and I were driving down Merrill Road the other day after visiting the YMCA. We're bopping down the road in the truck, a little Bruce Hornsby on the stereo, having a fine old time.
"Look, Daddy! Piggies!"
"Yeah, sure Lyla. Piggies."
Sure enough, I looked over and there were two enormous, hairy hogs trotting along the side of the road.
We've seen bunnies, geese, armadillos, gators, turtles, horses, bass and snakes in the last few weeks. Most of those are just in our neighborhood.
The other day we were headed out to the beach and Lyla shouted, "Big monkey, Daddy! BIG MONKEY!"
"She's always saying that," Jeanne remarked. "I have no idea what she's talking about."
I looked over and saw a huge inflatable gorilla at the car dealership.
Big monkey indeed, Lyla. Big monkey indeed!
That girl's got a good set of peepers on her. Jeanne's celebrating graduation tonight, so the kid and I are thinking about going out for ribs. You should see that thirty-pound sucker attack a rack of babybacks!
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