Conversations with Squeaker

Squeaker came running up to me with an empty lemonade pitcher. Except the pitcher wasn’t empty anymore.

It was half full of Matchbox and Cars cars.

“Mommy, you take this,” he said, thrusting the pitcher at me. “Them is bad.”

“What did they do?” I asked him.

He poked the pitcher. “Them is bad.”

“Right,” I said. “They’re bad. What did they do to be bad?”

“Them steal the hidden treasure.”

Well then. There you have it. Them cars is bad.