To set the scene:
A couple of weeks ago, we had two rainy days.
I was in the kitchen, making bread, I think.
Miss Pickle was outside playing on the porch.
Pickle: Mamma, Mamma, ookit wat I found. Ookit wat I found.
Mamma: Oh my. I think you found the rain.
Pickle: No, I find dis.
It seems a lone red star bead was worth getting soaked to the bone.
December 3, 2008
Temptation
Filed under: Meandering Thoughts, Pickle