Moths must be kept…

We arrived at child care.  Very soon Lillian had found a dead moth.

“Daddy! Look what I found!”

“Yes, its a dead moth.” 

“Can we take it home?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“You put it in your pocket.”

I hadn’t bargained on that.  I was in my work clothes.  I ignored that brilliant idea, hoping she’d forget.

I’d almost escaped when a voice rang out across the room.

“Daddy!  You forgot to put the moth in your pocket!”

So, as I type this, I have a dead moth in my shirt pocket.

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