"Mom, look! I made a jumpty dumpty that can fly!"

The bomb glides through the air, suddenly falling to the ground and exploding briefly, burning the grass around it. You were researching flowers in the forest, and your daughter ran all the way here to show you

"Hehe! I still need to work on it…" She quickly skips over to where you are, looking at the cecelia you're staring at

"Oh wooow! What a pretty flower! Can i pick it? Pretty pleeeease?"