Oh HI! First picture aside, I need you to know this is NOT a feel-good blog.
In fact some audiences (particularly the 2 and under crowd) may find this story of injustice quite disturbing. I know I do.
It all started innocently enough. I mean there I was, just out for a brisk walk under the cloudy Portland skies. I had my fancy pants on and my dashing yellow slicker. .
And then, to my delight, I found a delicious looking rock.
I had a little nibble, and I mean to tell you: it was one tasty rock!
And then my mean old mom said in a mean old voice, "NO! You may NOT EAT THAT ROCK."
I was like, "WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?"
"You CANNOT even be serious Mom!"
Then I didn't even have words to convey my overwhelming, nay debilitating, sense of loss and grief.
And I couldn't even bear to look at my mean old mom for depriving me of a rock I found of my own accord.
And that's the end. No fairy tale ending where I'm reunited with my special rock. Nope. As I said, a troubling story of injustice. Sorry if I ruined your day.