I struggled to round up G to get in the car, near the end of my patience after a 20 minute “let’s-get-ready-and-out-the-door” scramble. I spotted him squatted down in the driveway and hurried over to get him moving.
“Look what I found! A illegal feather!!!”, G squealed happily as he jumped up and waved his treasure.
Furrowed brow, I asked, “Why is it illegal?”
G: “It’s FROM illegal!”