As we drove home from school today, we were having a light conversation.
Abruptly, my daughter made a pronouncement. “I am angry,” she said.
I responded, “I’m sorry you are angry, hon. What is making you angry right now?” (I was secretly pleased that she was expressing herself in such a mature, forthright, appropriate way.)
“I’m angry because people keep killing Nature,” she said. She paused for a moment, and then asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“Dead Nature,” I said. And we all busted out laughing.