“MOMMY! MOM….MMMYY!! Come here!!”
“Okay, Alma, I’m coming!”
I stopped gardening, and stood up and brushed off my hands.
“What is it?,” I asked.
“My popper is broken,” said Alma.
“What do you mean?”
She pushed the popper over the grass.
“See… it’s broken.”
“I hear it popping. It’s not broken,” I insisted.
“Yes it is, Mommy! It is broken.”
She ran the popper over the grass again.
“See!!!! When Grumpy pushes his popper over the grass… It pops it down!”
I tried to hold back my laughter as she was very serious.
“Oh… Are you trying to mow the grass?”
“No, Mommy. Not mow. What is mow? I is trying to pop the yard like my Grumpy does!” 😂😂😂😂