Charlotte, Bethany and I took Jackson for his yearly jabs at the vet this evening. The road to the vet runs between two fields where many, many rabbits live, so needless to say there's a fair bit of roadkill.
After examining one particular flat rabbit, Bethany declared that it was fixable - it simply needed blowing up again ...
And apparently the cracks in the pavement are either:
a.) due to dinosaurs walking on them last night
or
b.) down to the world breaking apart ...
There are times when seeing life through the eyes of a 5 ("I'm 6 in 28 days time Dad!") year old, is way better than seeing it through the jaundiced, cycnical eyes of a 36 year old.
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