Cotton Candy Clouds

Tiller: “Mama? Are the clouds flat?”

Me: “Flat?”

Tiller: “Yeah, flat.” She lies on the couch and points up. “Like the ceiling.”

Me: “Um, well, no, they are kinda poofy.”

Tiller: [Face lighting up with joy and recognition.] “Oh! Like cotton candy!”

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2 Responses to “Cotton Candy Clouds”

  1. Maigh says:

    Yeay for innocence! Yeay for delighting in the little things! YEAY for cotton candy!!

  2. Dogwood Girl says:

    Cotton candy = good.

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