Sam was swimming in our blow-up pool in the yard this weekend when she swam toward me.
"Mom," she said, "what happens if four-leaf burglars get wet?"
"Four-leaf whats?" I said.
"Four-leaf burglars," she replied. "Like this." And she held out a tiny leaf that looked a bit like a clover.
"Oh, you mean four-leaf clovers," I said.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "So what happens to 'em? Does it take the good luck out of them?"
"No, I don't think so. I think they just get wet," I said between laughs.
