Beanie said to me tonight, "Did you know I saw a moose at the park today?"
Me: "A moose? Really."
Bean: "I think so. It was big like a moose, and it had a moose’s tail."
(Because, you know, a moose’s tail is its distinguishing characteristic.)
Bean, continuing: "But it was a long way away."
Me: "Like, say, in Maine?"
Beanie (laughs): "No, Mommy, at the park. Here."
Me: "Ah, yes. You said that. Here. In San Diego. A moose. How did I miss it?"
Bean: "You were at the swings. I saw it from the climby thing. It might have been a dog. But I’m pretty sure it was a moose."
Bean: "Or…it could have been a person."
Hmm. Could it be that we are not quite the astute observers of nature I had supposed we were? I mean, there I was all proud of myself for identifying a viceroy butterfly on a eucalyptus tree, and I completely missed seeing the large dog-man with the tail of a moose.
A tiger? In Africa?
No, Dear, That Would be the Cucumber Sandwiches
It’s possible we’re a wee bit distracted today.
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