Natalie held her stuffed Llama Llama Red Pajama toy as we drove from ballet class along a backroad that she has named "Horse Hill Stallion Road" for all of the horses roaming the hills. There are plenty of cattle, goats, alpaca, and llama, too.
"Hey, Natalie. We'll go by a llama farm in just a few minutes." I had to give her fair warning: Natalie has what we call "Aunt Bobbie Syndrome," where we point out an interesting sight while driving and two miles down the road, once the sight is long gone, she pipes up, "Where? I don't see it."
"A llama farm?"
"Why are we going to go buy a llama farm? Does Daddy know?"