Eden lost the spoon she’d taken with her to scrape the scraps to the chickens tonight. It was dark, and she and Liberty asked for help in finding it.
“Am I going to go out there and immediately find it? How well did you look?”
“We really looked for it. It’s not out there,” Eden said.
“She’ll probably find it right away, Eden. Mommma’s a good looker,” Liberty said.
I giggled. Then I had to explain the old good “looker” comment that you just never hear anymore. Or at least, I certainly don’t.
They both giggled and told me I was a good finder. Then they assured me that they think I’m cute too.