After dropping Ethan off at the church he sings at, the girls and I were headed home when a squirrel came darting into the road right in front of my car. I swerved to avoid it, and it skittered around in the road right in my path, so I wound up weaving back and forth to keep from running it over. As this was happening, I declared in exasperation, "Oh, come on, squirrel!" Julia then pointed at the car in front of us and asked, "Mom? Did you call that guy a squirrel?" After I explained that there had been an actual squirrel in the road, she was contemplative for a minute, then asked, "Mom? In the fall, do squirrels change color?"
I'm beginning to doubt that she truly knows what a squirrel is.
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