She picks up a small black thing from the floor.
C: Is this a rock?
Me: I don't know - let me see it.
C (pops it into her mouth): <crunch> Might be bird poop.
I really, really don't want to know why she thinks that.
And...it's finally BEDTIME!!! The end (I hope) of a crazy broadcast day.
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