My daughters love to capture crickets and keep them as “pets.” Unfortunately for my girls, a cricket’s life span isn’t very long in our house. “Hoppers”, “Jumpers”, “Squeekers”, and most recently, “Mr. Cricket” have all met the same sad end. Sometimes, there is a proper burial. Sometimes (when the girls aren’t looking), there is a proper flushing or tossing into the yard or trash.
Recently, my wife attended the funeral of family member of a friend of ours. Apparently my daughter found the program from this funeral laying around the house and used said program as a template for memorializing her chirpy little insect friend. I find this hilarious. Aren’t kids great?
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