We built a large fire, through the drizzle, and soon the ash was floating down on our heads. Tink, being only three, was required to stay on the deck while Theophilus and Lance gathered brush for burning and I tended the fire.
Tink: It's 'noing, it's 'noing!
Laura: No, Tink. It's not snow. It's ash.
Tink: It's snashing, it's snashing!
Oh, for the adorable things that kid comes up with. Any kid, for that matter...
Snashing--lol! Aw, I love little kids, and your girlies sound just too cute. Say hi to them for me :)
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