As I drove
four year old Molly home, completely out of the blue she said, “Grandma, I
would like to be an octopus. Wouldn’t you?”
Trying not
to giggle, I replied, “I never really thought about it. Why do you want to be
an octopus?”
In her
serious tone, she said, “Then I could carry everything and not have to go back.”
She did
have a point.
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