Last week I was recounting to D1 her prenatal adventures, and I explained to her that she lived inside me in water.
"Yes!" she said, "And I played with the ducks and the geese!"
I don't remember those. Maybe that explains the nausea.
Over the weekend we visited a history museum depicting life in early West Virginia settlements. D1 duly inspected the sheep's wool piled up for spinning and weaving. In the next building someone had left out a pile of bright pink installation.
"Look!" she cried, "It's pig's wool!"