We visited my friend Courtney on Saturday. While the girls and Courtney's son played together (another item for that brochure on Things They Don't Tell You About Parenting: sometimes, to get peace what you need is more kids in the house) we played a game in the dining room. I sat by the window, and at one point I noticed a rabbit sitting in the backyard.
"Maia," I called, since she was close, playing by herself at the moment, and I knew she'd want to see. "Come over here. There's a bunny in the yard."
She looked up from the aircraft carrier toy she was playing with. "Maia," I said again. "Come here."
She gave me a few more seconds of face time (a look Courtney interpreted as "Aircraft carrier, Mom") and then went back to playing. I shrugged and went back to the game.
A few minutes later Maia got tired of the aircraft carrier. She carefully put away the little accessories she'd been playing with, stood up, and walked over to me. "I comed, Mama!" she said brightly.
The rabbit, of course, had moved on. But it actually wasn't out of the yard, so I was able to show it to her after all.