At bedtime, Summer likes to talk. Loves to talk. She knows it will keep her awake infinitely, so, in an out-loud fashion, she mulls over her day, makes plans, creates stories, dreams up scenarios, and sometimes just talks nonsense. But tonight, it was farm plans.
Summer: I want to raise a pig and eat it. Just raise it up and eat it. I want a male and a female, so they can have babies. Then we can eat the babies.
So real. Yep, that’s how you get food. And I couldn’t be more proud that she knows that.