Tonight, still warm and damp from her bath, Phee-Phee looked deep into my eyes and said, "Your breath smells like caterpillars."
Should I admit that? What, exactly, does a caterpillar smell like? What does that say about my child, about ME? I don't eat caterpillars. I promise.
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Your breath carries on it the smell of promise, of good things to come, of dreams not yet realized.
The Japanese liken thick eyebrows to caterpillars.
I think we should applaud Phee-Phee's creative attempt at simile, something that you're very good at, Big Mama. Apparently, you passed on that gene. That's a GOOD thing.
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