I kid you not. My son is already beginning the transition from a cold climate to a warm climate.
This morning he looked outside in the backyard. There is still snow on the ground. He thinks he saw a camel.
“I heard that there is one camel in Canada. That must be the one.” (ryan)
“That’s not a CAMEL Ryan, that’s a moose. And camels are not brown anyway.” (rachel)
“Yes they are Rachel. They are brown. That one has a hump. And ears.” (ryan)
The imagination of a child is a wonderful thing. I think it may have been a camel afterall. Why not.