Tough love

First thing this morning my four year old daughter started making a racket trying to open the back door. When I asked why she wanted to get out she said she was saving a daddy long legs. As I got up to open the door I noticed her tightly clenched hand and feared the worst.

Sure enough when I had opened the door she ceremonially threw the "saved" insect out of the back door. It sailed in a graceful ark through the air only to plummet, inert, to the ground and lie there without so much as a twitch.