The last week, on the drive to school in the mornings Atticus and I have been making up stories about the adventures of a boy and his cat. One morning this week, the boy and the cat discovered a family (a mama, daddy, and a baby) of rattlesnakes nesting underground. When one poked its head up out of the ground, I said, “And the cat leaped up into the boy’s arms.” Atticus said, “Actually, they both got bit. Actually, they died.”

When I picked Atticus up from school the other day, he called out to his friend Julian, "Julian, I'm leaving. If you want a hug, you better get over here!" Then when they nearly fell over hugging and Julian then ran off again, Atticus yelled, "Julian, that hug was kind of wiggly. We need to hug again."