This happened between Crappy Boy and Crappy Baby. They are brothers, you know. They fight and argue like brothers. They play too rough until someone gets hurt. They slam doors. They throw toys.
Just last week I wrote about them fighting over red versus blue water bottle caps.
So they are in the backyard. Crappy Boy finds a red ball that has small nibbles out of it.
(We have many balls scattered in the grass at all times. Clearly, some animal thought he had found the jackpot when he happened upon our yard. I bet he was disappointed with the fallen fruit mirage.)
Crappy Boy poses the question about the nibbles.
Then he suggests a couple of possibilities:
Squirrel or bunny. Those would be my picks. Or maybe a rat or mouse. Something small for sure.
Crappy Baby has a different idea though:
He suggests giraffe. I can see that Crappy Boy is amused. He knows it couldn’t be a giraffe.
I brace myself and expect Crappy Boy to make fun of his younger brother. To laugh at him. To tell him that giraffes don’t come in our yard. Duh.
Instead he smiles, shrugs his shoulders and says:
And together they run off looking for rabbits, squirrels and giraffes.
Just remembered that I have many readers who live in South Africa. Africa is where they keep the extra giraffes, don’t cha know. Maybe they really do go in yards? If I had a giraffe in my yard I’d give it an ice cream cone. Probably vanilla but maybe strawberry. I haven’t decided on the flavor yet.