Saturday afternoon, I brought the kids out to Miss Geesje’s farm to see the kittens. I reminded the kids over & over to be gentle, Asher did really well, Chancery had a harder time of it.

At one point I told the kids that they shouldn’t cross the driveway with the kittens, since they might not know that cars are dangerous.

Chancery: “And then the kitty might get killed by a car, & then the mummy kitty would be sad about her babies. She would have to lay more kitty eggs, & then wait & wait for them to hatch!”
Chancery was very excited during the explanation about her baby kitty eggs, though a bit misguided.
Me: “Cats don’t lay eggs, they just have baby kitties.”
Chancery: “And then they are teeny tiny like mice, & then they grow up, & up, & up into bigger kitties!”
Whew! We salvaged that one!