"Tet, tet!" said Zoe, as we watched Daddy pitch the tent. "Mooooon!" she sang over and over, after we pointed out the moon in the early morning sky. She'd seen the moon in books, but never in real life. "Cowd!" she exclaimed unprompted, as fluffy white clouds far bigger than the ones we see at home rolled over our heads. "Ma-ma!" she announced, when we lifted her to see the mountains. "Tic! Tic!" she chirped, as she squatted to pick up the sticks all over the ground. "Ba-ba!" was her declaration, when she found a particularly smooth, thick stick that looked exactly like a banana in her eyes. "Cone-cone," she echoed me as I pointed out the pinecones. "Cone-cone! Cone-cone!" she squealed, as she pointed out more and more. Then, she toddled away, tripping here and there before squatting down to inspect something new.
