"Armadillo?" says B, as we read a book about Texas. "Armadillo." I confirm. "Armadillo?" he asks again, brow furrowed. "Umm" I flounder, "An Armadillo is like a turtle. And a dog" I clarify. Now he looks somewhat frightened. Way to go mama, an armadillo phobia is born!
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