Technically my birthday isn't until Thursday, but we celebrated Sunday night at my parents-in-law's anyway--why not stretch out a good thing to cover the whole week?
In the midst of the festivities, Kira came from playing outside and brought something to me.
"Here Daddy!" she said "It's for you birthday."
"What is it?" I asked.
"A dead slug" she said happily.
She was wrong--it was actually a dried cocoon--but I still found it strangely touching that she'd found what she thought was a dead slug and had been willing to give it to me.
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