Last night Cash and i drove to the airport to pick up Grammy. As i often do, i took the opportunity while we were alone in the car to talk about some important things. tonight's topic was not talking to strangers. i like to casually talk to Cash about things like this so i don't scare or worry him with a big discussion. So i casually asked him if he knew what a stranger was. he said no, so i told him that it was a person that he didn't know and someone that mommy and daddy didn't know. and then i mentioned to him that you shouldn't speak to strangers. he asked why. i told him because they might not be nice and they might scare him. he asked why again. again, i told him that if mommy and daddy aren't there you can't talk to people you don't know because they might not be nice. and then he added, "yeah, and they might have a lasso and try to lasso around your neck. And then you would cough."
there you have it. you never know when a stranger with a lasso is gonna getcha.
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