This morning we were reading one of Andy's picture books and there was a picture of some mushrooms. Andy recognized them, pointed to them and said, "Mushrooms".
I said, "Yes. Mushrooms." And then explained to him that when we see mushrooms in the yard, we kick them. (I came up with this so he can have fun kicking up wild mushrooms, rather than being tempted to eat them.)
He looked at me questionably and I repeated, "We kick mushrooms when we see them!"
His face immediately clouded up and he started to cry. I asked him what was wrong and he said, tearfully, "Kick mushrooms...."
He felt sorry for them.
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