Later, I was telling her a story about a new animal that arrived at her farm. Since we moved, she has been very dutiful in caring for her cow, her horses, pigs, sheep, dog and cat that all live in our little wooded area--the farm--by our apartment. One night it was raining and when John didn't let in the horse, boy oh boy, was he in trouble!
Anyway, back to the story. While I was telling her about the turtle that had arrived, I said that she took her Mommy out to see it. Then she said, "How can you see it?" I asked what she meant. She said, "You can't see the animals, Mom." I guess only she can . . .
