Our conversation during the drive home from school yesterday:
Luca: “Mama, there’s a tiger.”
Mama: “Where?”
L: “In the wheel.”
M: “In what wheel?”
L: “In our car wheel.”
M: “What is a tiger doing in the car wheel?”
L: [makes crying noise] “Crying.”
M: “Why is the tiger crying?”
L: “His tummy hurts.”
Luca, I love this philosophical story of yours and I hope you will tell lots of stories this summer. Thank you for your beautiful words… I have to tell you that some people say there is a tiger in the tank..but the wheel story is much better…poor tiger tummy! love, granny