No. At least not the one that resides in my home.
But you knew that already.
Today as I was loading the kids into the car for one of our thrice-daily trips to Target (not really, but sometimes it feels that way), I noticed the tree in our front yard was beginning to blossom.
"Look at that, Zoey," I said. "That tree is blooming."
"That means Spring is coming!" Zoey yelled, anxious to get her shorts and dresses out of storage.
"No, it's just been warm here the past few days. The tree thinks it's Spring."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Trees don't have brains."
I'm just glad she doesn't use the word dumbass.
Yet.
Song of the day: Stop by Against Me!
Am I Smarter Than A Kindergartener?
