Little arms don’t quite reach… and when you’re a child a fraction the size of this enormous adult, fight-or-flight instincts usually default to flight.
I’m reminded of a super-old cartoon where Parson Peasporridge kept dreaming he was feeding Gabriel the Church Kitten and Peter the Church Mouse but kept eating the milk and cheese himself. Yes, I’m that old!
I’m surprised she didn’t slap him awake
Little arms don’t quite reach… and when you’re a child a fraction the size of this enormous adult, fight-or-flight instincts usually default to flight.
I’m reminded of a super-old cartoon where Parson Peasporridge kept dreaming he was feeding Gabriel the Church Kitten and Peter the Church Mouse but kept eating the milk and cheese himself. Yes, I’m that old!
Never heard of that cartoon/comic and I’m 67 1/2 years old.