The Two Little Pigs

Logan had been telling me the story of The Three Little Pigs for days.  This afternoon, at preschool, he made one of the little pigs' houses - the brick house.  When I got home, he carfully showed me his project and explained every detail.  I thought it was odd, and slightly amusing, that he kept referring to The Two Little Pigs.  When I reminded him that there were three pigs, he insisted that there were only two.  Puzzled, and curious, I asked what happened to the other little pig.

"He's dead," came the matter-of-fact response.

Despite my best efforts to ascertain the specific details surrounding the third pig's demise I was unsuccessful.  More to the point, I was catching heat, from the very three-year-old who had offed the little cob roller, for being far too concerned about the fact that this little pig was now pushing up the daisies and not listening to the story he was trying to tell me.

Well, e-x-c-u-s-e me for trying to set the record straight.

- 10 January 2012