This post might be evidence that the summer is starting to rot my brain. Then again, maybe it just represents the fact that if you look at something long enough, you will begin to see it from multiple possible angles — literally and figuratively. Today, as I was watching my boys collecting baby toads in the yard (a never-ending quest for boys, it seems), and I noticed some of their toys that they had left in mid-action that struck me as funny.
Some of these toy combinations can induce great sadness. The accidents that happen at the hands of two young boys are never pretty, especially for the figures of plastic that are at the mercy of my boys’ whims. How are the boys to understand the aftermath? What happens after they walk away?
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