The Great Swamp Wildlife Refuge where, well, we didn't see many birds, but we saw snakes and turtles, and Willow refused to put down the taxidermied meadow vole, and even if we didn't see birds, we pretended to be birds, with such consistency that Willow asked for a wing ride instead of a shoulder ride, and ate seeds and said everything in tweets.
This morning we read about penguins, and so we pretended to be penguins for hours, eating pear-shaped squid, hiding from orcas, and jumping on and off icebergs. We even buried ourselves in snow and sat on our eggs to keep them warm.
And then Willow told me a story about a tree who wanted to walk, and so he lifted his roots from the ground and walked up the side of the apartment building across the street, and then jumped down with his roots spread wide and landed with a thud.
Is any of this as amazing and fascinating to anyone who isn't her parent? I have no idea. I think probably not. But to me, she's a show that I could just keep watching, because it is comfortingly sweet and yet wildly unpredictable.