Molluscan Misery

Emily, in her sweet little pink pajamas and nearly ready for bed, just came running into my office crying her eyes out and holding her head in her hands.

Me: Emily! What happened? Come here. Why are you crying?

Emily: I hit my head!

Me: Oh my goodness. Your head? How did you do that?

Emily: I bumped it on the floor!!

Me: The floor? How did that happen?

Emily: Well, I was gonna be like a snail…

Me: OK, ’nuff said.

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