Today we were loading up in the car for preschool and Cady stops and looks around the backyard. I thought she was checking out our tomato plants but instead she says:
Cady: Mom, where is the cherry tree?
Me: What cherry tree?
Cady: Daddy's cherry tree.
Me: Daddy's doesn't have a cherry tree
Cady: (impatiently) No mom, the cherry tree that daddy used to have
Me: Cady, I'm not sure what you are talking about, there is no cherry tree and we've never had a cherry tree
Cady: (even more impatient) Moooooom, you told me that George Washing-machine cut down daddy's cherry tree.
