This morning I read a book called "CROCS AND GATORS" to a class of second graders. It's a short non-fiction piece with all sorts of facts, pictures and statistics about the differences between crocodiles and aligators.
As soon as I had finished, Carlos, a little man of the age of seven quickly raised his hand. "Do you have something to share with us about crocs or gators?" I asked. He smiled, cleared his throat and said "One time, while we were still living in Mexico.....my dad shot a crocodile that was by my house. Then he threw it up on the roof so we'd remember how he always protects us. And probably so no other crocs would mess with his kids. Oh, and I think he was probably as big as you....the croc, not my dad!"
As soon as I had finished, Carlos, a little man of the age of seven quickly raised his hand. "Do you have something to share with us about crocs or gators?" I asked. He smiled, cleared his throat and said "One time, while we were still living in Mexico.....my dad shot a crocodile that was by my house. Then he threw it up on the roof so we'd remember how he always protects us. And probably so no other crocs would mess with his kids. Oh, and I think he was probably as big as you....the croc, not my dad!"
Thanks for sharing, Carlos.
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