Last night, when I was putting Kina to bed, she asked for her nightly Baby Rainbow Unicorn story, in which, I was told, our intrepid hero the Unicorn had to “put a max”.
I didn’t understand.
“She’s gotta put the max!!!”
Still didn’t get it. “A max? What is she putting?”
“A… maxxxxxxx. Masssssxxxxxs.”
“A mask?”
“Yes, she puts onna masxs inside, because people are yelling at her.”
This is what it’s like to tell bedtime stories in 2020.
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