This morning, I was awakened at 6:46, the sky still darker than light. It took me a few seconds to realize Chris and Sylvan were in Sylvan’s room, Chris laughing so hard he was gasping for breath and choking out syllables that explained the situation. They were reading a farmyard animal book.
C: “Sylvan, what did you say that is? I think it’s a sheep.”
S: “It’s a woolly mammoth.”
[…] figured out your chain of thought regarding woolly mammoths, by the way. When I point out sheep, you tell me that sheep are sheep, but little sheep, or lambs, […]