Anyways, HannahC suddenly jump out of the hot tub and says, "I want to see what that bug is!"
It's a big, giant roly-poly. HannahC then proceeds to wax warmly about all the fun she's going to have with her new pet. After a few minutes of listening to her go on about how she's going to play with it by holding it in her hand and petting it, I say this:
Me, CherkyB: "You know, HannahC, roly-polies don't understand 'playing'. All they understand is 'eat', 'sleep', and 'try not to get eaten'. They don't have brains. It's going to say, 'This isn't eating, this isn't sleeping, I better try not to get eaten.'"At this point I pretended to have gotten some spray from the jets in my eye, because I didn't want my daughter to see me cry. Even if they were tears of joy.
HannahC: "They understand 'pooping,' too."
HannahC: "Roly-polies must have brains. Otherwise how could they live?
Me, CherkyB: "Democrats live."