Buttercup

I pluck a buttercup and hold it toward her

 

telling her that this is something we did one hundred million years ago

when we were cavemen and rode our dinosaurs to school

she shows her laughing neck

 

telling her that if it shines yellow it means that she likes butter

“But I do like butter!  I already know that!

The games you played were silly Dad.”

how right she is

 

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