When the kids were helping decorate the Christmas tree, they found some ornaments they really liked that looked like big icicles. A few days later, I was in the kitchen with Julia and our dog, Mia, scratched on the door:
Mom: "Mia must have to go outside."
Julia: "She's going to turn into an icicle out there."
Mom: (little chuckle) "She might. It is pretty cold."
Julia: "Then we will have to hang her on the tree."
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