July 27

I think I just realized what might be the saddest thought in the world. It's the thought that we've experienced every feeling we will ever feel, and with every time we feel it, it becomes more predictable. I hope this isn't true, but I won't know if it is or isn't until the end of my life.

On a happier note, today I met this little girl at Farmland who kept unknowingly trying to get me to explain reproduction to her. 

"Are there babies in those eggs?"

"Why do some eggs have babies and some don't?"

"What does 'fertilized' mean?"

"How do they get that way?"

"How does the rooster fertilize the eggs?"

"Why do I have to ask my mommy?"

She told me her name was Jenna and she was very intelligent and interesting so I talked to her for as long as I could. Her favorite part of Farmland was the chinchilla. I asked her what she would name him because he is part of our "Name the Animal" contest. She suggested "S'more," which I found remarkably creative seeing as the other four suggestions I heard today were Fuzzy, Fuzzy, Fuzzy, and Blackie.

The song of the day is "Calling and Not Calling My Ex" by Okkervil River.