James:“I know you didn’t want to go to school today. Thanks for getting dressed and getting ready anyway.”
Cooper: “Yeah, sometimes the spikes make it hard. They tear my clothes.”
James:“The spikes?”
Cooper: “Yeah, the ones in my legs. They make it easier to climb trees, but they get in the way of my pants.”
. . . Later.
Cooper: “Daddy, why did God make trees?” (sun shining in his eyes).
James: “Well, we breathe in good air and breathe out bad air. Trees breathe in bad air. What do you think they breathe out?”
Cooper: “Good air! Daddy, sometimes I just hug trees. Not light poles though… they burn my eyes.”
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