When John was in daycare he had a teacher that told him a story about a squirrel named Bushy. John loved the story and came home and told us all about it. After that every squirrel we saw was Bushy, the squirrel. 

Tonight when Gillian and I pulled into John’s school, Gillian saw a squirrel. She said “Mom! Look at the squirrel.” When we got out of the car, she continued to look for it. She found it running up a tree. She said “That’s not Bushy! Bushy lives by our old house.” I said “Are you sure? I think maybe Bushy moved to our new house.” She said “You’re right. I saw him at our new house.” 

Sometimes I’m glad when she believes my tall tales. I’m just not ready to lose Bushy the squirrel.