On Saturday, we took the toddler to the beach. She was distracted by the sight of two children playing with something in a bucket. I followed her over to learn that they were playing with chunks of dead jellyfish, squishing the lumps in their hands, dumping them into the bucket, and pretending to pee and poop on them. "That doesn't seem like a great idea to me; don't they sting?" was the best I could come up with. "Oh no, they're dead, they don't sting." said the little monsters. I walked away muttering under my breath, "But if they did, it would serve you right!"
This morning the toddler didn't want anything for breakfast except for a dish called "Bagel bagel jellyfish." I hope she didn't get any strange ideas.
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