Snips and Snails

I was talking to my sister on the phone yesterday.  She told me that when she picked up her 4yo son Tristyn from preschool, she noticed little red splotches and bits of woody-looking things on his face and mouth and gums.  She said, "Tristyn, what happened to you?"

He replied, "My teacher told me not to run with my eyes closed anymore.  I ran into a tree."

Hilarious!  Don't you just love little boys?  I so miss this age.  Not that I don't love my all-growed-up boys, but there is something so dear about the little ones.  I wish she had asked him, "Why were you running with your eyes closed?" because I'm sure the answer would have been entertaining.