Eliot's animals

Eliot plays a great deal with animals at the moment. As Fred told me about Isabelle, they must come in pairs-- a mother and a baby. Last night she snuggled up to bed with two pairs that she'd put together from various sources: a mother and a baby dragonfly (mother was a balloon, baby a little plastic one); and a mother and a baby centipede (a "squishy" and small one from the same collection of plastic insects).

Tonight at dinner she flabbergasted the family with an intense, rapid monologue that went on for about ten minutes, that began: "The more you hold a mammoth's trunk, the more the musk-ox looks bigger than a house, and the more..", which then went through a maze of streaming consciousness about climbing to the tops of trees, the raccoon that appeared on our back porch last year, making paper clocks and doing better with your homework, feeding the birds and so on.