Last night, Zoey plopped down next to Greg on our bed and started to watch golf with him on TV. She was watching it so intently, never taking her eyes off the action, that I said to Greg, “I wonder what she’s thinking about. You can almost see the little wheels turning in her head.”
Without taking her eyes off the TV, Zoey pointed to her head with both of her hands. “Cookies,” she said.
“You’re thinking about cookies?” I asked.
Me: What do you think cows eat for supper?