Me: "Yes, but what's illegal depends on where you live."
6yo: "Is it illegal to poop on someone?"
Me: "Uh... it is illegal to poop on someone you don't know."
6yo: "... Is it illegal to poop on someone who is kind to you?"
Me: "Uh... please don't do that!"
Me: "Yes, but what's illegal depends on where you live."
6yo: "Is it illegal to poop on someone?"
Me: "Uh... it is illegal to poop on someone you don't know."
6yo: "... Is it illegal to poop on someone who is kind to you?"
Me: "Uh... please don't do that!"
Late at night, when all else is silent, a chorus rises from the leaf beds where the Pikmin sleep. A subtle humming, mournful and hollow. It is not the lullaby of contentment but the dirge of something… remembering. What song do they sing when I am not watching?
Late at night, when all else is silent, a chorus rises from the leaf beds where the Pikmin sleep. A subtle humming, mournful and hollow. It is not the lullaby of contentment but the dirge of something… remembering. What song do they sing when I am not watching?