Knocklurs

Dear Laney,

As a result of your fanatical devotion to Go, Diego, Go, you're really into "saving the animals." Whenever you see an animal - a duck at the lake, a bird on a lamppost, the giraffe at the Atlanta Zoo - you throw your arms up and take off running in its general direction while screaming, "I SAVE YOU." I don't have to worry about any actual animal encounters, because your approach seems to scare the bejeesus out of all animals, foreign and domestic.

There's a definite advantage to having a grandfather who owns an antique mall, because when I told Philip that you'd been miming looking through "knocklurs" a.k.a. "binoculars" for "Ah-muls in rubble" a.k.a. "Animals in trouble," he showed up to dinner with a pair of Laney-sized opera glasses. This, combined with your hot pink "rescue pack," means that there's nothing holding you back from saving all of the animals here in Mineral County.

Tip: The bears do not need saving.

Now Go, Laney, Go. But be back in time for your nap.

Love,

Mom