After finding, and tearing into a letter from Word Vision she handed me the pamphlet about super Malaria nets, “You welcome Mamma!”
While watching the animated skeleton of an Apatasaurus at the Boston Museum of Science, she asked my Mom, “There wheel under there? Make the legs move?”
This morning she brought me my old microscope and handed me the salt slide. I set the mirror up on the window sill, sighed at the impossibility of the request, and told her to close one eye, and look through the lens. She closed one eye, and tried to look through the lens with it.