Many of the little critters were deadly and poison was something he was certainly used to dealing with. It seemed natural for the girl to grow an interest in them. She'd even gotten the little beasties to breed and multiply like rabbits. Or like him, as the little chit of a girl ...
but I remained positive. I was always smiling, laughing. I remember my teachers smiling at my mom and telling her she raised such a lovely boy. “I’ve never had a student compliment my eyes before” or “I love your son! He says ...