poisonous mushroom

what a crappy sunday to be on the way to school instead of church. school on a sunday? yes, on a sunday and next too!!! boon the hungry and going-to-be-late grouch dragged her feet towards the bus-stop. and it was also a bad hair day.

a sight that put a faint smile on my face, 1st smile of the day:

a little girl squatted on the grass patch beside the bus-stop, was nudging a toadstool curiously with a brown fallen stick.

"mummy, can we cook this mushroom?"
"no we can't, it's poisonous"

the little girl skipped towards her mum and sat beside her at the bus-stop. sniffing her runny nose away & eating a kaya bun, her face was filled with inquisitive wonders.

"but who put the poison in the mushroom?" (i smiled, for the 2nd time)
"nobody put the poison in it my dear. it's a toadstool. and toadstool have poison in them."
"maybe i'll get [a children super hero name which i've forgotten] to come and help toadstool to be not poisonous."

then her mum squeezed her shoulders with an arm and sniffed her hair affectionately, whispered something into her ear and she giggled. (i smiled, for the 3rd time. and my heart melted)

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... Jesus said: " Let the little children come on to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 19:14