M has been at it again. She's launched full-tilt into a new publishing project (drum roll please):
Ta-dah! May I present The End of the Dinosaurs
(Note the open spaces on the dead dinosaur where you can see flesh [decaying] and bones.)
How did the dinosaurs die?
(I love how this dinosaur [inside a thought bubble, no less] is innocently eating a plant, completely unaware of the asteroid [clearly labeled for your convenience] hurtling toward him.)
I do not no. Maybe all the pla . . .
nts died because a asteroid or meteor fell and steam filled the sky for a long time. and . . .
(Note that now our greedy dinosaur looks around, aware at last that something is not right. If you don't know where the meteor might fall, follow the dotted line.)
all the plant-eating dinosaurs died because the plants died and if the plant-eating . . .
(Once again, a fabulous cut-away of what a dead and decaying dinosaur's insides look like.)
dinosaurs died the meat-eating dinosaurs would not have any food and then they would die. And then there would be no dinosaurs!
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M thought all of this up herself, and as I recall she only asked me to spell "asteroid," "meteor," and "because." She kills me.
Now E is clever in a somewhat different way. Marmot Dad took the girls to school a few days ago. On the way there, E was telling M that a sticker or book or something that M had was stupid. In one of those desperate parenting moments, Marmot Dad said, "E, tell me something that you really like so I can tell you that it's stupid."
Quick as a wink, E answered, "Well, the only thing I really really like is M, and you can't call her stupid!"
E - 1
Marmot Dad - 0
