today walking out of Betsy's preschool:
random little boy: (to his mom) Momma? The world is a mess!
random mom: What, honey? Did you just say, "The world is a mess?".
random little boy: Yeah, Momma! The world's is just a mess!
random mom: (chuckling) Oh, well, why is the world a mess?
random little boy: Because it's all dark with clouds and rainy and windy and cold!
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Well, little dude, that's one way to articulate it!
Until the sun is shining again...
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