Once, when I was reading The Little Red Hen during storytime, I was interrupted by a very certain truth . . .
me: “So, all by herself, she *did this and this and this* because no one would help her.” (I’m paraphrasing, clearly.)
kid: “Wait! Sooo . . . she’s the mommy?”
me: *pause* “Yes, I guess she is.”
. . . from the mouths of babes.