on becoming a fossil

In RAISING HOPS INTO BEERS, SUGAR & SPICE by Stephanie Klein3 Comments


“Mama? What are fossils?”
I have no idea. I mean, I have some idea. I know they are proof, that it’s hardened sand or rock, prints captured. I try to explain this, hoping I’m right. “Fossils? Well, do you know how when we go to the beach you can see your footprints in the sand?” I feel like I want to say something about petrified rock and sedimentary rock, but I resist, mostly because I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
“Well, fossils are like footprints that have been captured from a long time ago.”
“Does that make any sense?”
“Mama, Joshua got his fossils taken out today.”


  1. Freya

    Oh thats brilliant!

    My son was jumping in puddles a few days ago. I asked him to stop, and he turned to me, eyes wide and asked ‘But what else are they for?…….’

  2. Vincent

    I thought they had halted that practice except in truly exceptional. Is it not seen like shock therapy in the U.S.

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