When my nephew was three, his scientific mind was already developing. "What's in your ears and your nose?" we would ask him.
"Oh," he would shrug, "that's carteridge."
His pronunciation my have been off, but he knew his facts. The same cannot be said for the designers of all the decorative animal skeletons that have populated the neighborhood in advance of Halloween. Cats and dogs and rats and even a horse stare blankly through hollow sockets as we pass, but they all have bony little ears on their skulls.
Riley would not approve.
No comments:
Post a Comment