Their mother has disappeared somewhere, and now the two twin boys are in my flea market booth, eyes wide, yammering about butterflies.
"I think you could use them in a war," one says excitedly to the other.
"Yeah," says the other, grabbing his brother's hand distractedly, addressing me, "but you could only use them if you had a lot of them, and they'd probably be only good for defense."
Their mother arrives back at the booth wearing an apologetic smile, with a man in tow, probably their father, as the boy continues, "And they'd probably only survive if they flew really high."
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One year ago today: Caught in the Act
Two years ago today: Scruffy, Part II
Three years ago today: Fall is Just the Space Between
Six years ago today: 11/19/10 late edition
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