Dorothy wanted to do a laundry load comprised of her doll's clothes. For some reason she named it the "baby wash," as in, "Oh! I know where the missing dress is. It's in the baby wash."
We saw a dead squirrel on the road on our walk to the playground; on the way home, it was gone. "Maybe it was playing dead," I suggested. Dorothy answered thoughtfully, "Well, I didn't see any cuts on it, or flat parts."
Dorothy was watching a YouTube video of a young lady who sets-up enormous domino art. This time, the venue seemed foreign. "I think they're in another country," I said. "I don't recognize the language that man is speaking." "I don't know what country they're in," Dorothy answered. A moment later, she added, "The girl said that she is breaking the Turkish record."
[Flashback to our Christmas travels]: Dorothy observed the graffiti covering an entire bathroom door. She asked about it, and I answered that someone wrote all of it. "They had a lot to say," she replied.
Then she started asking questions. "I don't know what that word means," I said. "I think that person can't spell very well." "Why not?" Dorothy wondered. "They were a big person because they wrote all the way up to the top of the door."