Eat Grass

I trimmed the lilac bushes, then set the lopper on a bench and set myself on the glider. Son3 soon joined me.

"They like to eat grass," he said.

"What?"

"They like to eat grass."

That's when I saw he'd been busying himself by holding a clump of grass tightly in his fingers and feeding it bit-by-bit into the jaws of the lopper, causing it to chomp-chomp-chomp.



We're pret-ty easily entertained here.

We love him, because he first loved us. ~I John 4:19