“March. In like a lion, out like a clam,” says Dylan.
“Lamb, buddy. Lamb,” I say. “A lion is ferocious, like winter. A lamb is gentle, like spring.”
“Clams are gentle,” says Dylan. “Clams don’t even have legs. How could they attack you? Seriously.”
“Point taken. March. In like a lion. Out like a clam.”
3 Replies to “A March of Clams”
Love it 🙂
Thanks, Linda! Kids are so funny, huh?
They certainly can put a smile on my face at times 😀