Monday night, in the car.
I make a suggestion to Sam, that a girl we are kind of acquainted with, and is his age, might not be such a terrible friend to have. He doesn’t know her very well but his objection is fierce and strong. So I ask:
“But what’s wrong with her? You have plenty of friends, that happen to be girls, that you enjoy playing with…”
Sam responds…”Oh, I can tell! I wouldn’t like playing with ***”
(yet the girl seems perfectly sweet to me. I think of all Sams female playmates and I’m baffled) I ask “Why?!”
So he explains what kind of girl she is…
“See, Mom? I would hunt squirrels…and she would want to put tiny little pink hats on ’em!”