Yesterday in the car, Veronica’s voice drifted up from the back seat.
V: We’re gonna do a dog pile!
Me: A dog pile?
Me: Who’s gonna do a dog pile, sweetie?
V: John Paul, Peter, Lucy, Emma…
Me: How did you learn what a dog pile was?
V: The big kids do a dog pile.
Me: Who did they dog-pile on top of?
V: The grass.
Me: Oh, of course. Well, who was at the bottom of the dog pile?
V: A dog!