Yesterday as I was folding laundry, Elena and I were making up stories. The start of this particular story was my favorite:
Me: Once upon a time, there was...
Elena: a little cow. And her name was Angela.
Me: This cow was very special. She could do something no other cow could do....
Elena: She could grow flowers out her udders.
(She actually said “gutters,” but I knew what she meant)
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