I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! How could you let this happen?
Wiggles: Pieces of the sky are falling on us! Make it stop!
Me: That is snow. A rare event here, I’ll admit. But not a disaster. And you still mistakenly assume that I can change or stop or start anything I want to just because I want to.
Stella: You are too modest, Lady Human. We all know how this human thing works.
Wiggles: Yes, we have all seen light fly out of the ceiling when your fingers touch the wall.
Me: There is an explanation for that. You see, there are wires…
Miss Sweetie: Nope.
Doodlebug: The white sky stuff is landing on my back! I can’t go to the potty like this!
Me: That could prove to be a problem.
Miss Sweetie: NO! Take it away!
Me: It’s not even sticking on the ground. The ground is too warm.
Sweetie: And what is the white sky stuff when it hits the warm ground? Fake rain!
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