Monstrous Little Thoughts Not Worth a Penny

“Whatcha thinkin’?” Trockle toddled up to me to ask. “Nothing much.” “Really? How do you do that? Think of nothing much?” “I don’t know.” “That sound boring.” Trockle scurried back off to play with my son’s old Hot Wheels cars. He’s got the room to himself, these days, and barely managed to convince my son Read More …