It all happened very quickly. We were in Burger King with Scurvy Jane and her nephew, Mike. He was drawing with some crayons when out of the blue, he shot us a serious look and said that he had something serious to do and would be right back. He picked up a crayon and paper and left on his own as if he wasn’t a 6-year-old. I ran outside after him and there he was at a bus stop handing a strange note to a stranger:
Or maybe you SHOULD give him a stake, crucifix, and a string of garlic. Kids see things.
Dont ever let that kid own a wooden stake. Never!
Don’t ever let him near a crucifix or a string of garlic, either.
Wise words indeed, I’ll add those to the list.
This is all really good advice. Noted.