The car!

Sometimes, still, after 22 months, in complete wonder and awe of the fact that I have a child, or in complete wonder and awe of how big she is now, or how quickly she's grown, or how incredibly wonderful she is in many ways, I ask the Animalia, "Where did this baby come from?" A few days ago, she decided to reply, "From home." I laughed but promptly forgot about it. A day or so later, under similar circumstances, the Nana asked the same question just after Animalia had arrived. Animalia answered this time to, only this time she came from "the car." The best thing is that when we ask this, she's started to look at us like she thinks we should already know.