Me: I saw such a sad sight today…
Daughter: And you cried..
Me: A dead squirrel.
Daughter: Are you going to cry?
Me: It was lying on its back on Market Road..
Daughter: Here we go…
Me: It had this shocked expression on its tiny face as if it had been startled by its own death.
Daughter: Your lips are moving but I really have no idea what you’re saying..
Me: And there was no one to call…no next of kin to tell….
Daughter throws me a look that says ‘I really wish with every atom of my being that you and I were NOT related’
Me: Its claws were clutching the air…
Daughter: You’re really not well mum.
Me: And it had a nut in its mouth. That means the very last thing it saw was a nut…and he or she didn’t even get a chance to eat it.
Daughter: It could have been worse..
Me: The squirrel’s dead. How could it be any worse?
Daughter: Your face…could have been the last thing it saw…. Now that would have been tragic.